Defiance Of Duskendale Novels & Stories

Craig said proudly. Lana spoke without looking up. “Craig, if you don’t have work to do, I can find something for you. We love you both together, just not when the sexual tension is still so much.” Craig immediately sat up straighter. “I’m suddenly very busy, thank you very much.” Victoria smirked. “Amazing recovery.” The moment the clock struck 4 o'clock, Craig was the first one to stand up, cracking all the bones in his body. “Finally! I will see you witches tomorrow, hopefully.” He said, stuffing his laptop in his bag and strutting off as he whistled ‘Oh happy day' and occasionally threw a step or two.

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

Liana's blood flowed into grooves carved with ancient runes. I chanted the spells I'd found in old tomes, begging for some dark power to intervene. "Bring Seraphina back... bring her back to me..." But nothing happened. Not on the second full moon, nor the third, nor the fourth. Liana's blood flowed, and her screams grew weaker. But Seraphina did not return. Six months later, the duchy had become a place of blood and dark whispers. Damian grew thin, the madness in his eyes deepening.

he whispered, his voice filled with awe. Ava leaned against him, her body trembling with exhaustion. “It’s not over yet.” Hayden’s arms tightened around her. “No. But we’re one step closer.” As they sat there, holding each other in the heart of the Underworld, Ava couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted—not just in the realm around them, but between them as well. They had faced the darkness together, and in doing so, they had found something stronger than the fear that had once kept them apart.

Dazed, Katalea saw Essam’s face engulfed in fury before he swirled the dark around himself like a cloak, and vanished. Katalea’s bones went to liquid, and she slid to the ground. Overhead the stars blazed back to life and the moon shed it’s light once again. Katalea grappled to stand up. “Grandfather?” She said, dread in her eyes. As Dakari looked toward the terrace that they had last seen him on, he was soaring down to her, aided in flight by Penny. As he dropped down, the power was still radiating off him.

The concrete walls and ceiling of the basement continued to shift; even the floor started to change and shift, everything transforming into a burnt out forest, the remnants of once mighty trees reduced to crisps of shattered, torched husks as the flames continued to blaze. Famallumi, Rhychard knew, provided him with the distraction he needed, buying him time to reach Renny. Taking a step toward the dark elf, Aradhon halted him with an outstretched arm. "No! I gave you the chance to save her, but your selfishness was too much to even rescue your lifemate. Now Prince Dakath comes and will squash your precious town with his boots, subduing you all under his cruel rule." He pointed to Renny's pr

I stumble back but he doesn't falter. He swings. I duck. I kick his knee cap with as much strength as I can muster and he stumbles. I take him down hard into the dirt. My time in Skyless Keep has taught me grit and scrappiness. Maybe not the most impressive way of fighting, but it's effective. For a second it's just silence. Heart beating loudly in my ears. I don't move yet. I’m too afraid of what comes next. But then, movement. Not from my opponent though. From behind. I barely have time to turn before something slams into me.

"Go, Shawn! Fight the goddess." I didn't want to leave Kayla but Cara gave me a piercing stare that sent me off. Phoenix rode her dragon, sending it running through the Daemons who were spreading like zombies across the city. Flames from the dragon burned them but there was so much of them. Silver and Miles had shifted and were doing their best fighting. I tried in vain to avoid falling blocks, sinking ground and blood thirsty Daemons. "Kill them all!" Ashterah laughed. With a growl I ran for her, clawing my fingers for the kill but she rose in the air, producing a bow and arrow in her hands which she aimed at me.

“But soon, he will be nothing to you.” A slow, sickening dread curled in my stomach. Because I felt it. The darkness inside me was growing. And I didn’t know how much longer I could fight. — Derek’s POV The night air was thick with tension. My warriors moved in silence. Shadows against the trees. The fortress loomed in the distance—Ronan’s stronghold. Diva was inside. I could feel her. Lukas crouched beside me. “What’s the plan?” I exhaled slowly.

Zion started. "Duskrend is free and peaceful today because of the blood of our people and those you're calling rogues. Now can you imagine what that battle would have ended like if it weren't for them?”