Diti Novels & Stories

He knew exactly what he looked like, and how that was affecting me. Attraction aside, I would never forget the type of man he was. He wasn't in league with actual Darkness like Nadia, but that did not make him pure and good as a whole. Washed in shades of grey, as the voices in the cavern had once told me. Dain Viotto, or the Game Master as he had become over the course of one hundred and seventy years, was the most dangerous person in this world.

comes Samantha's voice from a wall of screens. "This is the our boss" Damian asks with broken English as he takes a seat on one of the very expensive gamer chairs I had delivered. "Her name is Demitria but prefers to be called Demi she has asked that you go through the base, wear houses and mansion setting up all new state of the art security with palm readers for all restricted areas" I pass out the packets I put together for them. “You will all be sworn in by blood, this is to insure your ties to the family and your loyalty to her.” I say after everyone has their packets.

"Divya, do you have any plans for this Diwali holiday?" "Oh, Drishti told me about the vacation you are planning. I will be happy to accompany you guys if it's not a bother for you," Divya said, and Drishti hissed lightly. Vihaan shot a look at Drishti. "How did you know about this, Drishti? I didn't talk about it with you." "Oh, you were talking to Dadi about it, and I was passing by when I heard it." Drishti calls his mother Dadi rather than Nani, and his sister never corrected that either.

They whirled around and around Zinfer in a giant ball of fire. The fire stopped suddenly, as though frozen in place. Shrushaw lowered her arms and stared confusedly at the inferno that had suddenly stopped spinning. The ball shot forward toward the cave and the following concussion of sound and wind threw Shrushaw several yards back. A woman was standing at the mouth of the cave, she was dressed in silvery white. Her black hair flowed around her and several dark demons flanked her side. She smiled, and Shrushaw knew who she was. Diti, the mother of demons.

They huddled near the edge of a pit that shimmered with traces of Adrium—like veins of quicksilver beneath cracked earth. “Any sight of supervisors?”, tunde asked. “Not yet. But the drones are twitchy this morning. And the wall sensors flashed red earlier—someone might’ve tried crossing.”Abigail said. Samuel snorted.“Another desperate fool. They always forget about the lasers.” A sharp hum passed overhead. The three of them froze.A Citadel drone floated by—sleek, spider-like, with a smooth metallic eye that scanned the quarry below. A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone.

My face fell. “I'm well, ma'am, però we have a problem. A really big problem.” She said shakily, her voice unsteady, words barely holding together as they left her lips. Her hands fidgeted restlessly, fingers twitching, shifting back and forth between themselves in an anxious rhythm.

12: damaged people attract damaged people. × Love- Love is crazy. Because there's hardly any difference. × Juliet Robert's crazy was coincidentally playing as he looked out of the bus with a fatigued smile. Both their excitement grew as he finally crossed into Zurich- 'Katharina'

Chapter 3 – Ravina POV AThe pervert The warm water eased my sore muscles as I leaned back in the bathtub, releasing a slow breath. The tension in my body would not leave completely, but this was as relaxed as I'd been since arriving in this pack. I closed my eyes, reaching out through the mind-link. Anna, can you hear me? A minute later, my head was filled with her voice. I'm here. How are you? "Exhausted. Irritated. Something about this place feels. wrong," I admitted. "Are they treating you nicely?"

At the temple's core, hooded figures knelt in a circle around a sunken dais, their chants a low, guttural drone that reverberated through the ground like the heartbeat of some ancient beast. At the center of the dais stood a throne of bones—femurs, spines, and skulls fused together by dark magic. Seated on the throne was a woman draped in black and crimson silk, her presence both regal and terrifying. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, veins visible like fine cracks in porcelain. But it was her eyes that truly marked her—red as freshly spilled blood, gleaming with hunger. She was Morrakai. The Blood Witch.