Novel & Cerita Darth Nihilus Apprentice

"He's running out of fuel. The humans he took before... they're empty. He needs a refill." The library doors banged open. Tate rushed in, her tactical gear still on, hair flying. Mathias was right on her heels, moving with that unnerving, blurry speed he'd acquired. His eyes were dark, his pose rigid..... like a predator trying very hard not to hunt. "They're gone," Tate said, breathless. "Three apprentices. Vance, Jennifer, Thomas. Their bunks are empty." Daxon strolled in last, looking tired but alert, a silver knife twirling idly in his hand. "Maybe they realized learning magic in a war zone sucks and went home?"

Reverend Frostwind, has decided Apprentice Cultivatorartholomew destiny. In the supreme Frostwind, it seems that Tadhg Walter just doesn't need to kill Apprentice Cultivatorartholomew, at most, a little flesh and pain, creating a bit of damage that can't be destroyed, at least Apprentice Cultivatorartholomew is still alive, which This is a network of love, and it will be paid off immediately. Apprentice Cultivatorartholomew was only afraid that he would not appreciate the supreme Frostwind, and may even resent it, but the supreme Frostwind did not pay attention.

The vision was a certainty, a future where love, hope, and existence were nothing. The first twist came: Nihil wasn’t a weaver, it was the nexus’s end, born from the fracture, a manifestation of every choice Jessica had made, her hollowness its heart. The loom’s threads lashed out, binding her companions in chains of void, their screams tearing at her soul. Kade fought, his claws breaking, his voice a sob of her name. Selene’s spells burned, but the chains drained her light, her form fading. Lucas struck, his dagger snapping, his broken wrist bleeding, his cries raw with love. Bryan’s glow surged, disrupting the chains, but the loom pulsed, feeding Nihil’s wrath.

The dagger slipped from his hand, and he was thrown backward several steps. In the final moments before his consciousness faded, he saw a lone figure standing at the edge of the battlefield. Arka Mahendra. He stood upright, his arm still extended from the throw. His gaze was as cold as ice. A murderous aura enveloped his entire body. That face was identical to the target labeled "Extremely Dangerous" in his organization's archives. "Impossible..." Nihil's pupils contracted as blood gushed relentlessly from his neck. His body collapsed to the ground and never moved again.

The Counselors made sure everyone against them was dead. The Royal Palace was stained with blood as Rhea walked up the stairs for her revenge She fought like a wild animal, killing everyone on her way. She fought like a wild animal, killing everyone on her way. Screams and death could be heard from everywhere. She rushed towards Queen Dorothea's chamber, crushing the door down. She slew every servant and maid in the room. The old woman looked at Rhea's form of a fox and realization hit her immediately. "Yes, I am the one you should have killed years ago," Rhea informed bitterly.

The ancient despair washed across creation like a relentless, suffocating tide, drowning the instinct to survive. Aurora staggered, her silver aura flickering like a dying candle. The Architect dropped heavily to one knee, her complex mathematical frameworks shattering into static. Elias struggled to draw breath, and even the luminous heart of the Source trembled. Nihilus wasn't launching an assault. He wasn't wielding cosmic fire or shattering dimensions with raw force. His mere existence was enough to unravel the tapestry of life. He was the First Ending—the ultimate belief that nothing mattered, the absolute certainty that every single story should end before it even had a chance to begin

She shouted nervously and threateningly when she saw him about to get close " If you get closer, you will find yourself kissing the ground, pink girl." She bullied his pink shirt to make him angry, the problem is that he can't kill her now on the order of his master "Darkle" " Come on, Mars," Zayn muttered, and immediately turned weakly looking at the door Just a touch stuns him, so how will he try to destroy this door? He now regrets the pain he will cause to his Mate and to himself “What are you doing?” Niall shouted at his madness, but he is nothing but a werewolf who wants to save his injured Mate .

Nelanian ripped it open and read the name scrawled in calligraphy. 'Assassinate Mr. Starkridge by the 20th of this month.' It was stated. Nelanian remembered who he was at that point. "I am Zegrath Void, The Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, the hundred and seventh to hold the title," he said in his brain as he descended the hill.

Low’s wolf huffs a heavy breath through his nose, which I’m sure is supposed to be an insult but I ignore him as I lift the gun and focus everything I have on where the voice came from. “Are you kidding, I know who you are and how many kills you have under your nails. Drop the gun and we can do this old school.” At the mention of 'old school', I know exactly who is taunting me from within the darkness. Brooke was that girl at the Academy, she developed before all of us and very quickly learnt how to use her body to keep the Watchers under her control, if rumours are to be believed, she was supposed to give the Master his heir but failed to conceive a child and so got thrust back into the wor

There was an old training clearing that the warriors used before my time here. The empty, overgrown space was transformed. Weapons, some I didn’t even know the names of, were in wooden mounts. Hunter was there with a tall, dark man that looked like he had never learned to smile, and Nolan was standing across the field, crossing his arms standing silently next to the Hunter. “Look who decided to join us, boys,” Dominick called, and I was wrong. The tall, dark man did know how to smile, but it was one that would haunt my nightmares.