A Novel Of The Others นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he advises in a grim voice. And I do. I see figures in the fire. “A time ago, a long time ago, there were three worlds. One for humans, one for the Others, and one for the demons. Demonkind was never satisfied with what they had. The Others were prideful individuals. And humans? Humans were still discovering themselves. They were little more than animals at that point.” I see three floors in the fire with beats with horns on the top level and strange shaped creatures in the middle and then ape like things on the bottom.

“The Obsidian I know would never protect humans.” Obsidian gripped my arm and jerked me to my feet. For a second his eyes darted over my face before he turned his attention back to Red. He stepped in front of me and glared down at Red. “What are you doing here?” he growled. “I already told you.” I moved closer to Obsidian and pressed my face to his back when Red stood, not even bothering to cover himself. “Where are the others?” Obsidian growled. “Home,” Red hissed. “What are you doing here?”

That was why it was called Auxilia Guesthouse and café; Auxilia was greek for ‘help’ or ‘safety granted’. The Others were the ghouls who eat humans every day, sometimes just because they were bored. They even crossed over to ghoul kind. The more fresh and alive a human is during consumption, the more powerful and strong a ghoul becomes. The Others were the most powerful and unstable ghouls.

The werewolves weren't in their full form but the moon is on their side boosting their abilities, three pairs of eyes looked familiar to me. They were the ones observing us recently! "Nobody move! My gun is loaded with silver. I will not hesitate to shoot!" @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL RUN ATHENA RUN Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

Where do humans go when they die? There exists another world, almost parallel to the human realm, known by its inhabitants, for lack of agreement on any other name, as the Otherworld. In this world exists many fantastical things, gods, and creatures of legend. Humans are reborn into this world when they die. If they were old when they passed they return to their youth, and if they were sickly they are healed, regardless of where they get sent. Humans who come to the Otherworld this way are called "Reborn"

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

(HOW IT GOES) “DEATH Reincarnate.” Winona whispers the name of the book and the world that is both unfamiliar and familiar to her in an uncanny way and a contradicting sense. “This book, my life, and everyone that involves within it. Just how dreadful it all could be?” She asks but somewhat anticipating the darkness that it brings rather than the good and light that one can hope for. “This is the world and the book that those seven originals are imprisoned. Am I right, Carlos?”

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us. I mourned deeply, cursing those who stole my beloved Aliyah from me. But amidst my grief, I found solace in our daughter, Yvonne. She became my beacon of hope, her presence a balm to my wounded heart, as she bore a striking resemblance to Aliyah. We have lived in secrecy for years, our magic providing fleeting protection against our foes. But our vulnerability remains, haunted by the fear of our enemies' return and the prospect of losing another child.