Darth Vitiate Books Novels & Stories

He then helps Ellie to her feet. "Now tell me, how did this happen?" Lochness questions. "Valdis betrayed the horde by allying with the elder dragon Sixten. Sixten wishes to take over the northern lands and rebuild the lost kingdom of Highmire," Ellie informs them. Lochness and Vesla's eyes both go wide with shock. "Sixten, that bastard," Lochness mumbles out. "I thought Sixten was dead," Vesla says in shock. "As did I," Lochness replies.

The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, but the shadow’s scream, the void’s devouring pull, the flame’s vanished light, and the Architect’s shattering calm revealed the truth: the Veil was the world’s lifeline, and if we failed, existence itself every soul, every city, every breath would unravel into chaos. Lucian staggered to his feet, his blade drawn, blood streaming from his arm, his silver eyes scanning the cliffs, where shadows didn’t just writhe but surged, tearing at the rocks, the Veil’s presence a crushing force that warped the air. The night was freezing, thick with salt and a rotting stench, not just decay but oblivion, the scent of a world dissolving.

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

Erzelus POV I woke up feeling fucking groggy and sick. I hope dwarves haven’t tricked me again to drink that shitty Darhana again—little plonkers. I cannot peel my eyes open. My eyelids feel like they weigh a ton. A phantom sting of injection with some sedative which is still evaporating from my veins burns almost as sticking your wick in a flap of a bitch with claps. And sadly, I know how much that burns because fucking Malleteagan was always a man whore, so he had his fair share of a variety of slags on his dick. The guy was clearly unfazed by what he fucks, as long he emptied his sack somewhere; he was like a little pig: he’d take whatever swill you put in front of him, well, at least whe

Nadir was haunting them while they've been half asleep, so would probably think it was a beautiful dream. Nadir was a succubus, a demon made of Lilith's vanity, so that incubus, her first perfect children, would have someone who gets sperm for them, so they could impregnate women with the seed of evil, making children who were more susceptible to the demonic possession, and thanks to that could wreak havoc much more easily by blending in quite well into the human race. Yes, that was also Nadir's job - collecting male sperm for incubus.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination to take down those who had destroyed her life. … Alex stepped into the bar, his heart heavy with the weight of painful memories. Mother's Day was always a difficult time for him, reminding him of the abuse he suffered at the hands of his mother. His hands trembled as he recalled the incident that landed him in the hospital many years ago. He ordered a bottle of vodka, seeking peace in its numbing effects. As he entered the VIP section, he was surprised to find a woman already there, drinking heavily. His eyes widened as he realized it was Vanessa.

She read all of the scholarly context, time and again, the scholars debunking every lead. Hours had passed, and Caitlin was feeling depressed as she waded her way through the final book, Archaeological Explorations of the Vampire Myth, as dry and scholarly as the others, feeling increasingly certain this was another dead end. It was only while perusing the last chapter, about to close the book, that she stumbled upon something that made her sit upright, alert. She went back and read it again carefully:

Dmitri said “What!” My fingers tightened at my side, all the hours I spent on making sure my plan was perfect and it was already a flop from the beginning manipulated by the Carmene, I was freaking walking down that aisle with a plan that was ineffective. Breathe violet, breathe ! I say to myself “ I don't know the game you think you’re playing…” “ I don't play games.” he interrupted “ I watch them, but you were really creative, latex on your bouquet… almost impressive but I expected more.” it said smiling

Vador finally confessed his love to Ava and now y'all know the real story I'll like to say that this book isn't just a vampire romance action book,it actually means something and I'm trying to pass a message.From the onset y'all judged Vador didn't you? He's the dark lord,he's dumb,he keeps fucking up. Well yea,now y'all know why,I want this book to go out to everyone,you have to understand not to judge and criticize people without getting to know them. So many people are going through a lot and won't even speak out about it and then we have some other people who would judge them without getting to know or understand their reasons,which would obviously make them feel bad,like so bad. I for o