Novel & Cerita Dark Fairy Core

--- ### The Heart of the Harvest I followed her, driven by a desperate need to find the Core and a lingering, suicidal hope that some part of my mother was still in there. The stairs led to a chamber that defied the laws of physics. It was a cathedral of light and meat. Pulsing veins the size of tree trunks ran along the walls, carrying glowing emerald fluid toward a central sphere that hovered in the air. This was the **Reaper Core**.

"Where... what the fuck is this?" "The Core." Aradaa stood, his boots making no sound. "The storehouse. It’s all of them, Kaelor. Every woman the virus took. Their memories are right here." A shimmering aurora of data swirled above them. It wasn't just light. It was a cathedral of echoing sadness. Every data-flake that drifted past carried a fragment—a laugh, a scent of rain, a mother’s voice. Aradaa’s own static aura, usually a jagged blue lightning, began to bleed out. The white light of the Core soaked into his skin, turning his energy into a maternal, blinding white. He was connecting. The Mother-Code was recognizing its own blood.

“Jeffrey!” Too fast and ultimately falls into a haywire. Farah draws her remaining mana from the borrowed core that she pulled and secretly from Marie. Taking Marie’s identity as the Darkness Holder and replaces her core for a mask of being a lightning one. “You are going to die.” “Not if I can make it.” Jeffrey draws back quickly set his pentagram and the gate of his guardian God. With Farah’s broken core of darkness from the critical point that the chimera gave her. “Until we meet again, Haruna.”

“Then Allarya gathered every single witch in the world on the Pire peaks and all of them committed a mass suicide. The last to die was Allarya. She gathered all their mana and concentrated it in a single core. She compacted and sealed the magic core using her mana. She created another core, which was known as the key from the leftover mana in her soul. So even if Derek got his hand on the magic core, he wouldn’t be able to access it without the key.” I remembered the vision I saw when I marked Zeve. The vision where I witnessed their mass suicide with my eyes. Could it be that the core had stored all those memories too? If so, then, has Zeve seen such horrifying events as well? “Oh, so it wa

"I believe that those who are affected are being hunted by two green crystal-adorned Welkin." "Just green? How about other colors?" asked one of the Darkens, the raise of people who can shift into different sort of monsters, Filipinos called Aswang. The current leader of the Darkens is a boy of seventeen who can shapeshift into different animals and be rumored to have eaten the last Darken leader on a Challenge (Rite of Leadership). His name is Carmichael Park, and he hasn't uttered a single word to him ever since he took over the whole Darken Faction. Gustavan eyed the Fae sitting beside him. Princess Aldea, the heir to the Fae realm, was more interested in staring at Carmichael's face than

Darren whispered, his voice dripping with menace. Hector’s breathing grew uneven. “You want Saraya,” Darren said plainly. “Because she is the Golden Fairy, a being born after centuries.” Darren’s smirk turned cruel. “Once she turns into her fairy form, Rafael’s power will become limitless,” he continued. “He will surpass you. He will surpass me.” He leaned closer, his eyes burning. “And that,” Darren finished softly, “is something you can never allow.” To be continued…

000] [Unique Skill: Unique Species: Dungeon Dragon] [Chaos Dungeon Core Heart: Level 1] [Dungeon Capabilities: Level 1] [Ethereal Darkness Body: Level 1] [Supernatural Senses: Level 1] Chaos Dungeon Dragon Source is a new race of beings created through contaminating a dungeon core with miasma and the essence of the soul of a chaos dragon, while also having separated itself from its true dungeon core. The Dungeon Core had become an independent being that can move anywhere it desires and usually takes the appearance resembling the soul it shares a connection with. It can develop abilities that Dungeon has, such as the power to create monsters, traps, and riches by using essence. Its true body

“But now, I managed to just shave your beard and not cut your neck. Wouldn’t that be a pity if I did?” Lord Beike laughed manically and stood up from his seat. When I felt the fluctuation of energy in the air, I promptly built a barrier around me. “Lord Beike, your reverse barrier is stronger now than the last time we met. I bet you’re cultivating your powers with magical cores of humans?” Lord Beike only laughed and grinned, “Human cores are useless. I prefer those from pure blooded water fairies.” “What…?” My brows furrowed as soon as he said that. I gritted my teeth and dissolved his reverse barrier. Anger started to build inside me, and the flames were getting hotter and bigger.

The Core had been awakened too soon. Kael’s eyes widened. “Elara—put it down. Now. It’s not stable!” But it was too late. A surge of uncontrolled energy burst from the Core. Elara screamed, lifted into the air by a force that poured through her like liquid fire. Her body arched, eyes glowing with white-hot light as the Core fed her visions she couldn’t make sense of—distant futures, blood-soaked choices, a crown made of flame. “Elara!” Dain shouted, reaching for her.

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