Defiance Of Duskendale Novels & Stories

Losing a war of words meant nothing—losing face was the real defeat. “Soon enough, Evander will regret walking away from me—the real daughter—and picking you, the fake. A white swan is always a white swan. Even if she comes home late, she never turns into an ugly duckling.” Her voice dipped colder as she threw the final blow. “But you? You were born with ugly duckling blood. Just wait. You’ll see.” ***

“I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—” “It has nothing to do with the term scourge you gave to my mother!” cut Venus stiffly. “Well, it is.” Ildara's arms crossed; complete boredom has disappeared from her eyes. “You want the bad things about your mother? Very well. This is a true story, once again I emphasize.” Venus wet her lips. “You're just kidding.” “Langit Prahara once l

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

I gagged my mouth with my hands to stop them from hearing my cry. “P-Please don’t kill her. S-she's still my daughter,” Raven begged helplessly to the rude witch. My vision was already blurry. Her request made my chest so heavy. I felt sorry for the real Nemiah for not being able to save her mother from the wicked witch. “I will kill her with my own hands,” Dubheasa told her fiercely. Raven’s neck broke off her body just a second after she said that. Tears flooded my face as I turned away from that cruel sight.

“Then help me. There’s something else inside this school. Something older than the curse. Older than the bond.” Kellen didn’t answer right away. He reached under the desk and pulled out a black-bound notebook. Inside were pages of sketches—sigils, runes, ancient doorways. “I’ve been studying the original foundation of Duskmoor,” he said. “Before it was an academy, it was a stronghold. A place built to protect dreamwalkers. But not from the Sleepless One.” Seraphina frowned. “Then from what?” He looked up at her. “From each other.”

Nathan’s arms dropped to his sides, and he took a step closer. “I saw someone,” I said. My voice came out soft but sure, as if the truth had been sitting at the edge of my lips, waiting for its turn. “The Child of Dusk and Dawn. She… spoke this time. She said she’s waiting for me. I have to find her, she's our key to defeating Alexa.” Nathan furrowed his brows. “Child of dusk… and dawn? Where? Where is she?” “That’s the thing… I don’t know,” I admitted. “Not exactly.”

The night was near absolute darkness as Erika crept along the outer perimeter of the Citadel. Every step was measured and silent, her heartbeat the only sound in the void. The Citadel—an imposing fortress of cold stone and iron—loomed ahead, its high walls nearly blending with the starless sky. She clutched her dagger tightly, her senses heightened not just by adrenaline but by a deep, unyielding resolve.

Swiftly, Jameson sprang into action, delivering decisive blows that vanquished countless ghosts, rescuing Dakota from peril. Dakota trembled as he inquired, "What is happening? I sense nothing but a chilling terror!" Jameson shielded Dakota, wielding his sword with precision to dispatch the ghosts. "Remain composed, my lord," he reassured, "These disturbances are the machinations of lackeys from Scarlet Summit. Follow me, and I shall lead you to safety."

He weaved through the entangled darkness, striking at Damien with blinding speed and precision. As the champion engaged Damien in a breathtaking display of agility and combat prowess, the other Ascendants unleashed a torrent of elemental forces. Amelia summoned gales of wind, propelling her allies with gusts of strength. Marcus channeled the earth's power, forming impenetrable shields to protect his comrades. Each Ascendant contributed their unique abilities, seamlessly working together to push back against Damien's relentless assault. The chamber crackled with the clash of opposing forces. The Ascendants' resilience and unwavering unity tested Damien's arrogance and thirst for dominance. Bl

The cultivator took a deep breath and said, "The Eternal Sunshine Dimension has five Night Demons. These Night Demons appear whenever darkness falls. Your mission is to defeat these Night Demons. I will give you the cauldron fragment you seek if you vanquish the Night Demons. However, be aware that those who come to the Eternal Sunshine Dimension are all dragon clan cultivators. Every dragon clan cultivator is held in high regard and is expected to leave the lower dimension eventually. It is expected for dragon clan cultivators to advance to the middle dimension or the upper dimension. Therefore, the gravity in the Eternal Sunshine Dimension and the combat power of the Night Demons will adju