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Freya read the words out loud, her voice shaking at first, then getting louder over the thunder. “I call upon the Lord of the Pit… Azrael… Master of Contracts… come forth and grant me what I seek.” The temperature in the room dropped suddenly. The candle flames stretched tall and turned black at the tips. A deep, rumbling sound vibrated through the floor like something massive had stepped into reality. Then a figure appeared

Xavier demanded, his voice resonating with authority. The figure chuckled, a sound that sent chills down our spines. "I am the harbinger of darkness, the keeper of secrets," it replied cryptically. "The gods have grown weary of your complacency, and now, they seek retribution." As the words lingered in the air, a surge of power emanated from the figure. The ground trembled beneath our feet, cracks spreading like veins of despair. The darkness surged forward, threatening to consume us. But we refused to cower. With united strength, we summoned the spirit of our pack, tapping into the bond that bound us together. A radiant light erupted from within, pushing back against the encroaching darknes

It echoed through the air like a hollow chant, a sound stripped of tenderness and filled instead with cold, unyielding resolve. I spoke words that did not belong to me, words born from the depths of my new existence. “I am the Hollow.” “The forgotten force that rises when the world has turned its back.” “I am no longer yours to bury.” The air around me seemed to pulse with dark energy, thickening with the promise of wrath and reckoning. Inside this fragile vessel of flesh, something monstrous had awakened—an ancient storm wrapped in shadow and fury, coiled deep within my bones, ready to erupt with a force that no one, not even the gods themselves, could contain.

The ground beneath Dark Hollow groaned like a living thing, responding to my choice with a tremor that rattled every stone and tree. Fire pulsed through my veins, fierce and molten, threading through roots and walls as though the land itself recognized its new master. Damian’s hand remained at my back, grounding me, but even he seemed to sense that this was no longer a battle against others—it was a reckoning with what I had awakened within myself.

Test again. Sipho whispered into the night, his voice barely more than shadow: “This is only the beginning. One day, one of you will falter, one will rise, and one… may take what should have been mine. Be ready, for the Darkness does not forgive hesitation. And the world… will remember your choices.”

Orathe looked at me with a serious expression, saying, "There is a riot in the Dark Forest. Numerous rogues broke through the blockade and started attacking our pack. Gray is leading our pack in the fight." "What's going on?" I was shocked. Blood Dawn was always responsible for guarding the Dark Forest, and there had never been a problem. How could a riot suddenly occur? Orathe looked at me, "This attack is unusual because the Lord of Dark has awakened. It was once sealed in the Dark Forest, but after awakening this time, it gave rogues a tremendous boost in strength, easily breaking through our defenses." The Lord of Dark, a name I have never heard, but just from that name, I sense a bit of

And so, Selene, with the voice of a thousand winds, did speak unto her children in a tongue as ancient as the stars: “A time shall come, my children, when the Dark One shall rise. His hunger shall be boundless, and his fury unrelenting. The packs shall be torn asunder, their bones broken by his mighty hand. Rivers shall run red with the blood of my own, and the strongest among you shall fall first. The weak shall be devoured, scattered to the winds. The earth shall weep, and the moon shall mourn for the souls lost to the darkness.”

There seemed no point for it beyond setting a creepy mood, which may be conducive to the power of suggestion. Open mind, he reminded himself. You promised Bias you’d go into this with an open mind. Brad and Bias took a seat on the red leather loveseat in the far right corner, while Topher walked over to the bookshelf. Every third book was still turned upside down; Brad hadn’t fixed them. Topher ran his EMF reader up and down the bookcase. “Nothing unusual yet,” he said, “but the night is young. I’m going to start the EVP session.”

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. # # #

"Seo-yeon Lee! Where are you?! Seo-yeon! Please, answer me!", I turned around to follow the sound only to find darkness surrounding me from everywhere. "Where am I? Who is calling me? Why is this place so scary and dark?", I murmured to myself. " Seo-yeon Lee!", I heard the same deep voice."Why can't I move my body? I'm scared. Wait a minute, this sound, it sounds familiar. Very much familiar. Is it that boy named Ryung Gwan's voice?", I inquired as I tried my best to follow the sound.