Novel & Cerita Dark Deception Monsters & Mortals

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

“I don’t even know who I really am, what kind of human being I am, I believe that I am a monster that I really don’t want to be a mistress of!” Delmom was completely confused at the same time. He wanted to know who he really was, but he realized that now was not the time for that and he wanted to save the life of the only man in his life. His father Felix Salvatore! His mother, Aurora, accompanied him to the hospital, but Delmom’s father, injured, had little chance of surviving due to Solomon’s bites. Meanwhile, Brenda saw her father return to human form and was completely covered in blood and she was worried because she knew who her father really was, a man obsessed with power and seeking r

go ahead. The ritual involved ingesting the blood of a bat and venom from a black mamba. The ritual would have killed anyone, but due to Luke’s determination and the growing darkness in his heart, the ritual was a success. He died and was revived as a new being. Thus, began the birth of the first vampire. Unfortunately, the ritual had a side effect. He had to consume blood to sustain his health as would anyone turned by him. Discovering his new power, he laid waste to his master and massacred a lot of people in his town. The warlock having seen his mistake too late and regretting it, decided to work on how to destroy what he created. But Luke, having anticipated this, stormed his fortress

“Because the truth isn’t something you’ll want to hear.” I clench my jaw. “Try me.” A flicker of something—pity, maybe—crosses her face. “You think because you were turned against your will that you understand the danger of our world.” I stiffen. “I do understand.” She shakes her head. “You understand one danger. The kind that comes from the monsters hiding in the dark. The council against you. Shades. But the Ascendants? They don’t hide in the dark, North. They walk in daylight. They smile. They shake hands. They make deals.”

We were barely surviving. But for every monster we felled, five more rose. And then he appeared. Dean. This wasn’t the man who once raised Xavier as his own but a creature of darkness, eyes glowing with malice. He raised his hand, and the monsters stopped in their tracks, turning to face us with a hunger that chilled me to the bone. No longer the beta I once knew, but a creature sculpted in shadow—his body pulsing with corrupted power, his face hidden beneath a dark veil that moved like liquid night. His voice, when he spoke, was not his own.

"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."*

The two demons were still laughing when the mirror bled pure red. Thick black smoke poured out from the glass like oil, spilling across the bedroom floor. From that darkness, three more figures stepped forward, making it five in total. These weren’t men anymore. They were tall, horned nightmares — curved black horns scraping the ceiling, red eyes burning like coals, muscles rippling under skin that looked scorched. Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops.

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. # # #

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"