Novel & Cerita Darth Nihilus Apprentice

One of them stepped forward with silver-tipped pliers, while another held a small bottle of wolfsbane. Delilah’s eyes widened. "You wouldn’t—" Draven's voice cut through her plea like a blade. "I will. For Aurora. Speak, or bleed." The first scream echoed through the halls as the pliers clamped down on her nails. Blood spilled down her fingers, staining the floor. Aurora, who had quietly followed Draven into the corridor, flinched outside the cell, her breath hitching. Her mind raced—she needed answers, but the sight of Delilah in pain twisted her gut.

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

They whispered to each other and Zayn leaned on the tree staring at them with hate and silence Let's not forget that they are his enemies after all and he is silent on this nonsense all this time just for her sake! “ We agree that you will become our leader.” Nile shouted loudly, Zayn laughing sarcastically and in disbelief Who told them that we want to be their leaders? Zayn, I'm losing my temper, stop this nonsense Mars hissed impatiently to wake up as he felt a soft touch on the palm of his hand to look at Ardina, who smiled tenderly at him.

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

I pouted. “How?” he seethed, looking at me standing over him. “I’m the heir of Blood Moon,” I stepped toward the end of the platform. “I have been trained in the art of death, and I have mastered it.” I looked down at him. His eyes flashed black, but I wasn’t sure if he truly believed what I was capable of. I would have to show him. Well, what I could with the limited time I had. I flipped the dagger in my hand again, reveling in the familiarity of the weapon and the grounding sense that I knew it was borrowed from Ezra. I could so easily throw it right into his heart.

He had created a being from magic and necromancy as one of the three superweapons he had intended to throw at the hated General Christopher’s army, hoping this tipped the ongoing stalemate to him, finally allowing him entrance to the only portal out of this forsaken realm. “Send Norian, she will get it done,” Darius said, stroking his thick black beard for a few moments. Lieutenant Norian was the master assassin Carey’s protégé, and he only took in the best. Not hearing his command being acknowledged, Godking Darius looked up, and upon seeing the man visibly pale slightly, he raised an eyebrow.

he requested calmly. "That man you saw is Alpha Nolan, he is a man that is fond of destruction, kidnapping, killing and can do anything to achieve power" Sophie explained. Sith sighed and shook his head. "How did I end up in a situation like this?" he muttered to himself. "If you need to take side, we are the good guys. He is trying to kill you. You saw that" David moaned. "If you can find me, why can't you just find him directly?" Sith was still uncooperative.