Dark Cupid Mga Nobela at Kwento

I looked up to see Julia sitting on a chair placed on the podium, she looked like a fallen angel from the pit of hell. 'Good morning, hunters'. She greeted. 'Good Morning'. We said in unison. She smiled her devilish smile. 'I'm sorry for waking you like that. I had something important to share with you'. She took out a cigarette from the air and a slave behind her lit it for her. She brought it to her mouth and puffed. Her gaze travelled round the hall and it settled on me. 'The next batch is moving today'. Murmurs rose around the hall, people were confused.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

After drinking water, Crista returned to her room. She then changed her clothes and lay on the bed. The lights in her room were off, so she could clearly see the vast whiteness of snow outside the window. Her lips curved into a bitter smile as she took out a silver knife. It gleamed in the dark. Without hesitation, she heavily slid the sharp blade on her wrist, making blood gush out in an instant.

Cammie looked at me dumbfounded. "Seriously?" she finally asked. "Yes," I nodded. "I don't make it up." "But how could she be the cause?" "She's not normal, Cammie," I said. "You'd already told me that," Cammie pointed out. "No, I mean she's not like anyone else," I said and tried to force the words. "She's- a psychic-vampire." "A psychic what?" Cammie echoed out bewilderingly. "A succubus if you prefer," I said again. "You read a lot. You know what dhampire is. You better know what a succubus means!"

My blood turns to ice in my veins. “The Mark symbolizes the permanent reminder of this commitment and their union with the Moon Goddess’s blessing.” The elder turns to Ezra, giving him a slight nod. “You may now Mark your mate.” I bite back a scream as Ezra’s fingers dig into my waist. He yanks me toward him, going for my shoulder. Pain sears through me when his canines pierce my skin, warmth blooming from the wound. I can feel my blood trickle down my arm, staining the fabric of my dress. His lips burn into my shoulder, so violent, so different from the kiss that it causes me to choke on my fear.

The atmosphere was suffocating, heavy with despair and hatred. In front of the gates, three powerful creatures stood out. To the right, a white Lycan with golden tips in his fur and eyes red as embers. At the center, a witch with flaming hair and shimmering purple eyes. To the left, a great Dracula, with prominent fangs and eyes as black as the night. On the ground, drawn in blood, mystical symbols formed a circle. At the center of that circle, a baby lay wrapped in a cloak adorned with enigmatic engravings. The little one cried in despair as a dagger hovered menacingly above him.

She could see him when he will give a speech anyways. As expected from her, the man walked right on the stage and the moment he ge stood in front of the dias to speak her body stiffened when she heard a familiar deep voice making her snap her head up. Her eyes fell on the same face she used to almost worship, those same hazel eyes she used to admire whenever she got the chance. The same man she loved beyond herself. And now the man she found beyond disgusting. "Hello everyone, I am Cyril Sokolov also known as Darkness in the art industry." His deep voice made the girls behind her made weird voices making her grit her teeth, only if they knew what kind of an asshole this man was.

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

The battle had begun. Valerius stood over Cerys’s corpse, his fangs bared, blood still dripping from his hand. “You will regret ever touching her.” With a roar, he launched himself into the fray, his movements a blur of speed and brutal power. He tore through the first two cultists with his bare hands, a predator unleashed.