Defiance Of Duskendale Novels & Stories

“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

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.

And ever since, her dreams had become louder, sharper, harder to resist. “What if I’m not ready?” she whispered. Lucan cupped her cheek gently. “You’ve been ready since the moment your soul found mine again.” She looked up at him. “Then we run?” He nodded. “Tonight.” The forest surrounding Duskmoor was ancient. Tall pines swayed like watchful giants, their branches black against the fading violet sky. Seraphina followed Lucan closely, her bag slung over one shoulder, her boots crunching over moss and broken twigs.

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

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

With each kill, the goddess's voice grew louder: *"More. *Claim* them." --- Rhydian and Eden reached the heart of the Citadel, where the Dusk Mother had forged a new altar-a grotesque fusion of the goddess's heart and Veil-shards. "An Anchor's final act," Rhydian rasped, pressing his scarred hand to the abomination. "Might as well be poetic." Eden's magic fused with his, a supernova of defiance. "You don't get to die. Not after everything." The altar exploded.

Adam stood still, his gaze heavy with something almost like pity. “You should not have touched it,” he said softly. My throat felt raw. “She called me... ‘child of dusk.’ What does that mean?” He hesitated, then said, “It means you carry both hungers. The old and the new. Blood that commands and blood that obeys. And now that you’ve touched the letter… others will feel it too.” My stomach turned cold. “Others?” “The ones who bound me and my people who wanted me dead. They’ll know my blood sings again.”

In the dim dungeon below, Jeremy fed on his growing control, a predator savoring every moment of his victims’ unraveling. With each whispered word in dreams, with each flicker of longing he sowed, his grip tightened—moving ever closer to the day when both Lena and Sarah would be within reach, trapped not just by chains, but by desire and darkness. The Dusk Hunters had to confront a new crisis—not only defending their sanctuary from outward threats but battling the insidious seduction threatening to tear their family apart from within.

For years after her little sister was born Ruby Rowan was treated as nothing more than a servant in her adopted parent’s home. Miracle was praised, loved, and was seen as the “perfect daughter”. Meanwhile Ruby was verbally berated ,ignored, and was the family's punching bag. But then Miracle makes the mistake of taking away the last person she thought cared about her. Her boyfriend. Brandon Franklin was the ‘perfect’ man, handsome, caring, spoiling her with gifts and holding her while she cried. But that was all a lie. He was cheating with her sister, behind her back for three years of their five year relationship. But what happens when she's pushed to her breaking point?