Novel & Cerita Black Smoke Monster

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

As the trapped wolves struggled, more thick black smoke emerged from the darkness of the night. It twisted and danced in the air, carrying an ominous aura that spoke of ancient magic. The smoke, as if imbued with a consciousness of its own, travelled towards the ensnared enemies. The atmosphere crackled with a combination of dark energy and primal forces. The smoke seeped into the thorny vines, weaving through the dark tendrils with an otherworldly grace. It enveloped the attackers, their struggles intensifying as the magical smoke permeated their very beings.

So the monsters were instantly jerked back violently. “Skrr!” “Graa!!” They let out deep, painful groans and fell to the ground. The silver chains began to hiss and smoke as they burned into the dark, gray skin of the abominations and the smell of burning flesh filled the air, making many people cover their noses in disgust. CLANG! CLANG! The monsters thrashed on the floor, their claws scratching uselessly at the wood, but they couldn't move forward anymore, as the silver was like poison to them, keeping them pinned to the spot.

With brown and dark green water swirling and dripping from everywhere. The metal monster was not much bigger than Taylor or Damiens six foot four, but had all the makings of a great steampunk robot with rusted bronze gears at every hinge and what appeared to be steam spouting from its cylindrical head. The white-blue flame guy was the smallest of the group, but wider, double the width of any of the other monsters. Its whole being was the sinister dark blue flame that faded to white at the tip. Every time it took a step it left a scorch mark on the ground. Little scars on the earth it was trying to claim.

The smile vanished from the monster’s face, and his two comrades looked at each other. She felt the one coming up behind her. His energy was evil, oily, a filth spreading across her porch and reaching her before he did. She turned and fired a missile right into his chest. Flames raced up his torso and he screamed, sprawling backward, rolling and then jumping off the porch to run. The wind fanned the flames as he raced away.

Therens never give up even though he was losing his balance. “Sleep! You monster!” Therens shouted showing fierce pain on his face as he grind his teeth. Therens shouts as he tried to deepen the dagger into the monster’s hard skin. Therens shouted in pain as the dagger’s handle went through its skin and blood oozed from the behemoth’s nape. The behemoth roared louder as it wiggled forcefully, Therens tried not to lose his balance. The dagger suddenly releases a black smoke evaporating in the air. Merfoy and Therens’ jaws almost dropped while watching the black smoke twirl around. The behemoth slowed its movement and its roaring sound stopped.

Suddenly, the main door to the building burst open, and Sky and Matt emerged, carrying Amber between them. What the hell had happened to her? Her eyes were empty like she was ensnared in some kind of spell. Black smoke swirled around her, and dread settled in my stomach. Controller vampires were here, no doubt. More cloaked figures emerged from the forest, and some of them closed in on Amber. I fought back, but these fuckers had powers. Black smoke streamed from their hands, thickening the air. My wolf, Simon, coughed. The smoke was toxic, rendering our warriors immobile.

Rosie looked at me while giving me a signal. We closed our eyes while spelling fire out. The fire lightened up and the monsters started burning in the fire. The monster was screaming in pain. Slowly, the monsters are burning, and my army is cheering in victory. Die monsters— Your master, Satan, can't cage us like this here in this jungle. I will beat up all the dangers so that I can destroy him. I look down at the ashes that are slowly starting to vanish in the thin air, as they were made by black magic, which is why they are now free of this world.

The huge black smoke directly pounced on the monster like a tiger coming out of its cage. At the same time, their palms collided! The black smoke was crazy, so was the black smoke. The moment their palms collided, the heaven and earth defense seemed to be shaking, and the entire underground space seemed to be collapsing. "You can't do it. You can't take it anymore. Haha." The ancestor laughed maniacally, as if victory were right in front of him. As for the monster in front of him, its mud body was collapsing....

"HAVEN!" My scream rips through the choking smoke, raw and useless. No answer comes back, only the hungry roar of flames and the distant, brutal clash of combat somewhere deeper in the haze. The smoke isn't normal. It's thick, oily, purple-black instead of honest grey. It tastes like sulfur and rot on my tongue. Dark magic. The kind that burns hotter, meaner, and clings to skin like poison. Donovan's hand clamps around my forearm, iron-hard.