Novel & Cerita Centaur Vore

Vorare was a sorcerer prodigy who dabbled with death when the old sorcery was still pure. He apparently tried to grow stronger than Gaia herself, so he found ways to bind himself to the line between life and what comes after. At least, that was the summary Becca spat out hours ago. She’d said it all so carelessly, too. Apparently, Vorare wasn’t some mindless entity but an embodiment of hunger wrapped in a dead man’s ambition.

The air weighed heavily. Kael stepped closer. The manner in which he present himself spoke volumes. "Do you actually want to test me now?" he said softly and menacingly. He casually raised his hand. "In one snap," he told him, "I can slay your entire clan. I am a Vortemir. Don't come any closer." Angus froze. I looked into his eyes and saw the way that they flared in fear for an instant. It was for a moment, but I caught it.

“And I challenge you, Vyrelen the Nightweaver, in an open combat.” Vyrelen rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. “That’s a long title,” he muttered. “You better live up to it.” He stepped forward, shadows rising behind him like wings. Oberon’s aura flared violently, the fire that danced around him darkening into something heavier, richer, his fire changed to black completely. The glow twisted and cracked through the air as it moved toward the center of the arena, where Vyrelen’s shadows waited like a sleeping beast.

Just stood there, tall, impossibly calm, as if he owned the dark road itself. And the moment my eyes locked onto him… I knew Knew without a doubt. He was the same man. The man who had hurt Alara. The man who had tried to kill her. Cairos Veylan.

Although no vampire was lying dead on the floor, Vorenus could tell that they had reduced drastically in number, desiccating as soon as they died. The werewolves gave the vampires a run for their money. Vorenus dove, grabbing a werewolf and snapping its neck easily. He sidestepped a raging vampire and beheaded it with one swipe of his hand. He looked around at the gore all around him. A few centuries or even decades ago, he would have enjoyed and actively participated in this, but now… He swiveled on the balls of his feet and hit an oncoming werewolf with his elbow, sending the creature tumbling into a burning house.

‘I know…fine…and your not addressing me alpha anymore…’ “Well, you finally know who I am, so, yeah, there’s no point anymore about it.” He chuckled as he kept killing the fallen rogues before him. ‘Right…’ Vladimir went on the full fight as they were dividing the rush of the coming of the fallen rogues in the pack. Celestial Ceres was using her speed and her power was being the very tricky vampire that she could be - she always surprised them with her sudden or out-of-the-blue attacks. They were always being caught off guard and died easily. As the wolves from the pack finally made it to their side and help them to make the rush of the fallen rogues lessen, Vladimir suddenly stopped. He lite

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.

AURELIAN It didn’t make a sound as it moved, just glided, too fast, too smooth. Its limbs bent backward, mouth gaping wide, teeth crooked like rusted nails. Vael met it mid-air. No blade. No shift. Just fury. He slammed it into the earth with a force that rattled my bones, then tore its throat out with his bare teeth. Blood sprayed across the moss, steaming in the cold. Another came. Then two more behind it.

I knew that gray. I had seen it before. Maevia. Varek's voice. Somewhere above me. Saying my name in the voice he only used when he wasn't managing anything anymore. I tried to answer. My jaw had locked. My back teeth were grinding. And on my left wrist... visible even in the dim light of the caged bulbs... thick black lines were moving upward from the cut on my palm. Branching. Fast. I looked at the blade on the stone map.

Atia was barely breathing, for she feared to do so and be the target of the fury emanating from Velaska who continued to read: - Raína, also Soraia's aunt is a spokesperson for the Elder Vampires, an elite guard of 3 Elder Vampires, who few know,but are said to be, extremely, powerful. Velaska stopped reading, she needed to breathe, as she felt her heart swimming in flames burning with rage inside her chest, and when she felt it calm down, she began: