Novel & Cerita Dark Royalty Core

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

"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?"

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

One of the alpha mumbled. “What are you?” Another alpha shouted. “Me? I am a dark DAOB. Call me Dakar!” Dakar said as he coldly gazed at the four alpha. “What is that?” One of them yelled out. “Let me show you!” Dakar slyly replied. His eyes as dark as the sky gazed into their eyes, and terror took over the expression of the four alpha. “AhhhAhh.” The night became noisy with the painful cries as the four alpha's energy got drained from within them.

“As I have told all of you, allies and friends of Dyron Havocc, we will wrench this false kingdom from their place and shatter their dreams. We will rip them apart, we will feast of them, we will burn down everything they have ever believed in, and when we are finished with them, we will build a new kingdom on top of their old and broken one. A kingdom where you will only worship and serve me!” There was an uproar now, many weapons were thrust into the air, banners were raised, horns were sounded and there were bestial cries of bloodlust. “Let them enjoy their last day tomorrow, for we shall strike when they are blanketed in the false embrace of darkness. Let us watch as they blindly believe

"Alpha death. Luna blood. Mass sacrifice. I have everything I need." The platform was soaked with blood from the fallen warriors. Death magic hung heavy in the air. Arlene smashed the vials. Damoew's stasis-blood poured out, mixing with the fresh death. Dark magic erupted. Darker than before. Stronger. The ground beneath the platform cracked open. And from below, ancient power answered. The Lycan Vault was opening.

"That's not enough time. Mia's power isn't back, it only flickered and now its dormant. We're not ready." "Then you'll have to be unready." Dracula pulled up a new image, showing the path to the core. "The system is collapsing from the outside in. The outer worlds are failing first. But the core is stable. Protected. If you're going to act, you need to move before the path itself disappears." "What about the other deadies?" I asked. "The ones in worlds that are about to collapse. Can we warn them? Help them evacuate?" "Evacuate to where?" Dracula asked. "Every world is failing. Some faster than others, but all of them are doomed. There is no safe harbor. The only escape is reincarnation, and

Not exactly enemies. But they were men who understood that peace was never given. It was bought, or bled for. Matteo lifted the ancient silver case between them. “You know what this is?” Lorenzo nodded. “Umbra Deadlock. Core architecture. Pre-Fall design.” Matteo tapped a code. The box opened. Inside: a smooth obsidian cube, humming with dormant command strands. It didn’t look like power. It looked like finality. Matteo leaned in.

“Mother's aim to do everything, by choosing twins is to save hope that the dark destiny of the vampire world might change. Even though the possibility is very slim not even at all. Every action will have its own risks, especially in matters like this. Mother has done her best, but the fate of darkness will continue to be destiny. In addition, Queen Meralda was really cunning. She had tricked the King of Darkos and planned to take all the forces of the Red Stone. Actually the King of Darkos was not gullible, but fate did require him to do all of that. After all, my mother was destined to die in the hands of the King of Darkos herself. But King Darkos did not do the same with King Drakos, his

The heat radiating off his body was an unshakeable anchor in the pitch-black, enclosed space, radiating that familiar scent of rain, ozone, and unyielding strength. Agnes stood frozen before the raised pedestal. The shockwave had shattered the glass stasis housing, and the **Apex Core** now hovered unshielded in the center of the room. It was breathtaking—and terrifying. The crystalline harness hummed with a deep, low-frequency pulse that vibrated straight through the soles of Agnes’s boots and settled in her sternum. The dual violet-and-gold light radiating from its raw moonstone channels cast long, dramatic shadows against the dark titanium walls. Her inner wolf wasn't just stirring; it wa