Dark Deception: Monsters And Mortals Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

"You don't stop entropy, Eden. You outrun it." The Dusk Mother's return was a whisper in the wind. She appeared at the grove, her form translucent, flickering like a guttering candle. *"You think you won?"* Her laugh was static. *"You gifted the Silent Ones a key. The First Wolf's essence was their lock. Now they'll unmake every realm, starting with yours."* I lunged, but my hands passed through her. "Why warn us?" *"Because I want to watch you beg,"* she hissed. *"And because even monsters fear the dark behind the dark."*

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

I squinted into the darkness, expecting someone to be there but found no one. I frowned, "Why are you so frightened?" In the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it.

Now that she’s going to marry him, does that mean she’s going to live in that dreadful place? Back in the Herald Estate, she had heard a lot of rumors about that wasteland and her husband-to-be from the servants. They said the Dorumn was a place where monsters always appear. And as if it was cursed by the goddess Luna, no living thing thrive in that place. And Dark was reffered in either names. The blood-lust alpha who cannot live a single day without spiling blood. Or the dark alpha who brought darkness to everywhere he goes. However, it’s strange.

They positioned themselves in ranks before the altar, ready to fight. But this was not going to stop the dark force, the Black Coffin or even Adrian. Instead, wolf-shaped monsters formed from the dark energy surfaced. This time, they looked totally different from the last ones. Their soulless eyes spelled doom. They hit the ground running at the speed of light. The first clash shook the whole place. Our wolves slammed into the shadow creatures with snapping jaws and slashing claws. The light from purification markings and the darkness from the mist were in a huge battle. Still, through the chaos, I squirmed to Ceres, lifting its frail body into my arms.

Everything was either too bright or too dark; whites glared, blacks swallowed detail. For a heartbeat, nothing moved. Then, the forest spat out monsters. They came from between the trees in jerks and lunges—twisted wolves with too many teeth and joints that bent wrong, their fur patchy and slick with something like tar. Ghostly figures, faintly luminous, faces blank or frozen in silent screams. Corrupted deer with eyes like black coals and antlers wreathed in shadow. The first line hit our outermost rank like a wave. Steel met flesh.

They drew upon their combined magic, their love and resilience a beacon of hope in the face of Drax's darkness. Drax watched the exchange with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "How touching," he sneered. "But it won't be enough. You can't hide from the truth forever." With a wave of his hand, Drax summoned a horde of shadow wolves from the darkness. They emerged from the shadows, their forms flickering like dying flames, their eyes burning with the same malevolent fire that burned in Drax's gaze. The wolves snarled and growled, their teeth bared in a chorus of hatred and violence.

Riversane all of this seemed just fine He was in search of God Till he let Himself in the entranceway shadowed with the Underworld sheath The dome-like ceiling carved in bones and screams drowning in the dark light The fight to get to the center Souls foul screeched pulling the other down Limping and bleeding Black Their hearts on display To thump all the silent evil Echoing the thoughts of monstrous atrocity There was no pity for them As they lived now for eternity Always in the presence of hurt and pain They had nothing to gain in this part of the world They lived in spite And Mr. Riversane marched through in steady strides Never wavering in front of this scene It was a regular Halloween T