Black Mare Patronus Novels & Stories

She was thinking maybe this place is located at the heart of the Island and not quite far from the camp. She has been walking for like an hour now but she can't feel any tiredness because of how astonishing the place was. She looks at the tree with orange leaves. She was sure she walks past by that tree already, why is it that she's seeing it again like three times all ready now?"Something's odd," she tilt her head while thinking. "There is no way out from her, I keep on walking on the same path all over again goodness!" She stops when she saw a man standing from a shining balete tree not too far from her. He looks familiar. He has almost the same features as her. Golden hair, not too light

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

No one dares to tame the fated Luna. I was about to approach Dandeline when Phatinni called my name. She's with an old man and woman and other werewolves. The silence overcomes the crowd the moment they see the old man, his hair and skin are white just like the rest of us and he has a long beard. I'm taller than them. Phatinni introduced me to him as the pureblood.

Matching purple lipstick gives her a corpse like appearance. “Cora!” Arrow cheers, but keeps holding Psyche's and Bronx’s hands. The woman gives him a quick nod and turns back to the portal. Caron stands at the edge of the plank, but doesn’t reach his hand out. A giant man steps out of the portal in a tunic style shirt and leather pants. Just like Persephone, the light doesn’t touch him. His skin is as white as snow, and his eyes are pitch black like a werewolf, and he has a permanent sneer on his face. His imposing size consumes the surrounding space.

Their mortal blood gave them strength. However, when the Treaty in Northumbria transpired, hunting humans became forbidden. All the supernaturals could only hunt them unless they were out of the safety of Northumbria, and the last human hunters left in Kent were sent home by their Princess twenty years ago while he was asleep.

“And this is what he would look like for you if he could.” I saw the next picture and laughed heartedly, because it was a white fluffy poodle. We sat on the fallen tree I’d officially declared my bench, a few steps away from the water, and lingered there, talking. I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes.

Ivory’s hands shook, she hid her hands so the others won’t see, she couldn’t believe she just escaped from death. ‘That’s a relief’ Nara commented. Ivory stared at indigo’s sword; she wondered what type of sword it was that it could pierce through the bear’s thick hide. The sword looked like it was made from a bone of a creature. ‘That sword is indeed made from bone but it was made from a bone of a phase five air elemental’ Anita commented. Ivory’s eyes widened in surprise as she took another look at his sword, she didn’t reply Anita as she was still a little angry.

I understand they rely on human blood to survive, but why do they continue using those dead people as puppets and enslaved people? The woman I saw earlier is the one with the pure black hair I invited to dinner the last time, the one who ignored me, and now I know why she ignored me, why all the other maids ignore me, and why they have lifeless eyes, it's because they're dead. Danrious is in charge of them, so I must speak with him. But I still can't just accept the scenario I saw earlier, where her shoulders up to her lower body have turned violet like she's been dead for ages but hasn't decayed yet.

"You will have lots of extra energy too. We've no drawbacks. We have about three hours of daylight left. The reapers will resume chase in half that time. But before we leave, I think we should talk. Besides Eros, you don't have any other pets like him right?" "Just Fluffy, I mean Eros," Holly corrected as she looked back at the cabbit who was curled into a sleeping ball. "He's been with me through all this, I remember that. I think he was with me in my normal life, but it's all fuzzy." "There should have been another. A black cabbit. His name is Angel and he's been your magic mentor since your first fight." "Magic?" Holly pointed an index finger at herself. "I can't do magic. You have to hav

"Forget I asked. More importantly, have you tried the sweetbread? It's infused with honey from the marshland bees. It completely changes the flavor profile!" As Thalana signaled the server, Patrina felt a complicated mixture of guilt and relief. Her hand drifted unconsciously to her upper arm, where beneath the fabric of her sleeve, a magical identification tattoo remained hidden by her armband. It hid the mark of her light magic, a secret that would end her academic career back home. Patrina redirected the conversation. "I couldn't help noticing your hair is quite different from other dark elves I've seen. Most seem to wear elaborate braids, but yours..." She gestured to Thalana's short bla