Dendam Bara Novels & Stories

Voices swam around me, distant and overlapping, as careful hands guided me down onto a nearby chair, my vision swimming with dark spots that gradually, slowly, began to clear as my head dropped low between my knees at someone’s insistent direction. “Breathe,” the seamstress said, her earlier brisk efficiency replaced entirely by genuine concern. “Slowly. That’s it.” I breathed, the dizziness receding by degrees, though the exhaustion beneath it remained, heavy and undeniable, impossible now to dismiss with a careful excuse about nerves or unfamiliar food. “I’m alright,” I managed, once the room had steadied enough for me to lift my head without the dizziness immediately returning. “I just ne

I punched the trunk of a nearby palm tree. She was carrying another wolf's child. I shouldn't be having these thoughts. "Alpha?" My second-in-command, Marcus, stepped out of the shadows. "How's the patrol?" I forced my voice to sound normal. "All clear. But..." Marcus hesitated. "There's something you need to see." I followed him to the island's sacred center. A legendary, ancient Moonwood tree grew there. It had been dormant for centuries. But now, it was blooming. Silver flowers glowed softly in the night, breathtakingly beautiful.

Momodaeus said calmly, and Baselroth gritted her teeth. Suddenly they appeared in a shadowy place. Both of them were standing on a thin, long walkway. There were several other steep interconnected walkways. Far below them the ground was covered in molten lava, steep rocks and burning flames. The souls of the damned cried out for help as they burned, as they passed through brimstones and worms, working their way through their bodies with teeth sharp enough to cut their bones in preparation for them to become demons. At the farthest end of the steep interconnected walkways Baselroth could see the facade of the large castle where she lived. Its walls stretched several feets wide and fire torche

I'm still trying to make sure that all pishnies are safe when I found Dandeline exterminating the running fire one after another with her enchantment. When she can't handle the number, she raises a barrier outside the boundary to prevent the fire from coming. However, it's getting stronger when accumulated. I sprinted towards Dandeline and made it on time when the fire erupted and destroyed the barrier. I used myself to cover her and the impact pushed us to the ground but I managed to keep her protected under me.

Damon A nervousness he hadn't experienced in a long time bubbled up inside his chest as he pulled the door open to the bar a little while later. Kendal stood by the far end of the bar with a warm smile on his face. Beth had her back to him, giving him a few minutes to appreciate how beautiful the swell of her ass filled up her jeans. She had plenty to hold on to, and the thought of some man worshiping her body instead of him left him wanting to stop in place and drop to his knees.

The undead general asked. "I, Dewi Sari Kencana. The enemy of king Kala Karna! And friend of Arya Santanu!" Dewi Sari Kencana smiled. Suddenly from the back of the undead army, one by one they were reduced to ashes, along with their horses that had become undead. Some of the undead warriors were confused by the sudden attack. "Red flame burst technique!" BRAR!!! Red flames spurted from Arya Santanu's mouth. The explosion was so big that it burned several undead troops.

"You didn’t know, Mae? I’m Byantara Samudra’s half-brother. Nice to meet you, I’m Baraka Samudra. We didn’t get a proper introduction last time, did we?" ***

“Either way, we cannot ignore it.” Caierre said nothing more. But inside his chest, something twisted. Princess Dana’s name carried death and secrets. And secrets always led to blood. The lake where the sun met the water lay deep in forbidden land, where the trees thinned and the earth opened into a wide silver surface that reflected both dawn and dusk at once. By the time they reached its edge, the sky had begun to lighten. Mist hovered above the water. Alvar raised a hand, signaling them to stop.

Damon. He lay peacefully on the bed beside mine, his chest gently rising and falling. His bare skin was wrapped in bandages that were stained with silver burns, telling a silent story of his ordeal. Beneath the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the tent flap, his face appeared pale, yet his jaw was tightly clenched, even in his unconscious state. It was a quiet, poignant moment, filled with unspoken strength and resilience.