Dnd Novels Novels & Stories

Alice the tent for a while again, but soon came back, announcing what she, Elisabeth, and Meredith had sensed. Eventually, from behind the trees, countless hordes of demons emerged, then vampires, and behind them other evil beings and monsters, in total almost 500.000 of enemies. Everyone gathered on the hill looked at this army in slight horror. Even in Elisabeth's eyes a fear flashed, although throughout all the years of her life she had a lot of tough battles with only slightly smaller hordes. Damon came into the tent, where Selene sat with Isabelle, Johnathan and Alice, just to say:

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

(Alexander The God of Absolute powers Pov) (Warning this chapter can be considered offense. This is a dark novels book and some scenes are needed to tell Mazaya's story. If certain things offend you just skip to the last paragraph when you hit that part.last paragraph is Important for the story.)

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

The queen who rules on his heart. _________________________________ THE END. ____________________________________ So, guys, this was the end of Damon’s Possession. What a long journey but gladly finally we come to our destination. Now I am going to start Yes, Master. Do follow that story and give the same love you gave to this story. Spread the purple heart.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

It was an unnatural, pulsing pull that I just couldn't even name. Finally, the servant stopped in front of two enormous doors guarded by four armed warriors who pushed the doors open. The moment I stepped inside, the temperature dropped even further. The air so chilly that it should have made me shiver, but weirdly... I wasn't cold anymore. Instead, that strange, nameless sensation inside me flared again. The room was a study with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a crackling fireplace. At the far end of the room by the window was Draven.

FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought. Not a single drop of my blood could be wasted. It trickled down and slowly dried up as it moved along. "Unless I back down, I won't surrender an inch of this city to you!" …… Maybe it was the power of my blood, or maybe they had truly developed a will of their own. The long night finally gave way to dawn. The morning rain cleansed the city. The malls and supermarkets slowly became sanctuaries for the survivors. The streets echoed with nothingness.

He must make use of his intellect to defeat his enemies. Suddenly, the sound of another wooden entry lifting from his left side ripped through his well-laid plans. Was there a fourth predator? "Fuck it!" Darwin murmured. "This is not good." Darwin would have a slim chance of prevailing in this contest. In order to gain a better look at the new enemy, he darted over his left shoulder. A massive raven mountain lion with a head as huge as the troll. And to make matters worse, the gigantic ten-foot-long feline that was his pet champion had appeared in front of him. 'Dar' was the name he had given it. It had slain so many feral lycans when he and Cornelius went hunting with him the previous year