Novel & Cerita Castlevania Morana

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

He swallowed, however, he understood that he couldn’t just stop at Cillian, “Mordeu is a red wolf and regarding what Thaymor and The Pinnacle proposed, Mordeu is our best bet to win this war. He still has his sanity, he is strong, I cannot even begin to list his abilities. And although the Princess is of Thaymor, I’m sure they’ll understand, I’m sure they will allow her to do this.” “And what do you think they’ll ask in return?” Alvitir asked.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I looked back to Luna and answered “Yes” “Okay, let’s start.” She stood up and gathered some things from her altar and looked at us while holding the things we needed. “Let’s begin,” She said with a smile. She asked me and Devon to sit on the floor while she is preparing her things for her spell. She gathers the things she needs like white candles, incense, crystals and a black book. She sat in front of me and asked me if I'm ready. I answered “Yes.” She explained to me that the spell that she will do is to open a portal or a door to the past. There’s a tendency that I will see and hear things again. That is why she told me to stay calm and don’t be scared. She also told me to tell everythin

I ask. He nods. “The blood ritual. He wanted to try it out on someone first, in case it killed them, so he used me and Morana. As you can see, it took with me. I woke immediately, but Morana didn't. We thought for a long time that he had killed her. She was out for days. When she woke, she was a vampire. She had the hybrid abilities, same as me. No aversion to the sun and could shift when she wanted but she was still not a wolf. She is just a vampire, I guess. To be honest, we aren't really sure what to define her as.”

“She sounded like…she was inside me.” Rowan’s eyes widened. “Emara....your wolf.” “My…wolf?” My heart thudded, a deep pulse that shook my ribs. “I am Morana,” the voice said softly. “Your shadow. Your strength. Your wolf reborn.” “Morana,” I whispered. Rowan’s grin exploded across his face. “Oh my gods, you have a wolf! A scary ancient one! Bitch, this is incredible!” “He is loud,” Morana remarked dryly.

---------- SUNNY BALAYO ALCOHOL BONE FRAME LVL 1 MANA 100 STR 7 AGI 4 DEX 6 MEN 4 CHA 3 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL CONVERT (ALCOHOL) - USER OVERALL STAT INCREASE THE MORE ALCOHOL INTAKE, THE LONGER THE SKILL IS ACTIVE THE MORE THE USER BECOME DIZZY --------- DAVID BALAYO TRYNDA/ANNIE BONE FRAME LVL 1 MANA 100 STR 5 N 4 AGI 4 DEX 3 MEN 5 CHA 5 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL SPIN OF TRYNDAMERE - USER CAN SPIN THE ONE HE/SHE IS HOLDING (ALONG WITH IT) X AMOUNT OF DURATION OF SPIN ANNIE WALK - USER STEPS WILL LEAVE A TRAIL OF FIRE FOR X AMOUNT OF TIME --------- CHRISTIAN NARAZO

Nox said. “That’s my Nox speaking!” Morana ruffled Nox’s hair as if she was petting a dog. “See you after the auction, fat man.” “Here’s your down payment, Morana. You’ll get the rest after the auction goes well. You’re a real lifesaver, you know,” the fat man said. “I really was desperate for a werewolf. A female one upon that is a blessing. Can make her produce new ones, young ones! Fresh! Fresh! Haha!”

The smoke coiled into the air like grasping fingers, rising to the full moon that peered through the treetops. A man stepped forward from the circle, tall, gaunt, his skin drawn tight over sharp bones. His cloak was darker than the rest, and the hood cast his features in shadow. He was called Morwen, one of the few men permitted into the Ashen Kin, not by birth but by initiation. It was he who had been sent to Chloe. It was he who had touched her blood, lifted the curse of vampirism, and left her breathing when his true orders had demanded death. Now, he bowed low before the altar.

"Shhh hush! My dear Delilah, can't you see I'm doing you a favor here hm?" "No, you are killing me this way. If she leaves me then I will die. I'm supposed to be in hell with her" Delilah cried in pain. "Trust me Delilah. Morgana lied to you. She's a demon and demons lie. That's their way of living in humans to the fullest. I am afraid I don't want her to exist here anymore" Raven said throwing the half eaten apple aside, rising from the seat too as she caressed the girl's cheek.