Eclipse Sams Fanart Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, at Blackmark mansion, Raya was sipping her wine when the witch named Griffin appeared out of nowhere and bowed down to Mrs Blackmark. "Griffin...what are you doing here?" she asked smilingly then continued, "Oh, it doesn't matter. Now that you are here...join me for a drink. Will you?" "My lady...I need to tell you something important…" her facial expressions were crucial and tone seemed urgent. "What is it?" Raya asked with her eyebrows knitted. "The eclipse is coming…" she mentioned carefully. Hearing this Raya left the glass of wine from her hand and it broke into a million pieces, the wine spread along the floor.

It was a far cry from the controlled environment I was used to in a proper lab, but it was all we had. “Over here,” Ethan said, leading me to a table where several samples of infected tissue were laid out. “These are from the last group of infected we found. They’re more aggressive, more coordinated than the others we’ve seen. We need you to analyze them and tell us what we’re dealing with.”

Her room was as beautiful as ever, the interior was painted purple with so many flower designs on the walls making it the perfect room for a princess. "My father wasn't a saint" I didn't say a word but stared at her. "Melissa, you won't understand it all. I am just glad that he is gone and gone for good. Now, you have to fully prepare yourself because the period has arrived." She said to me, her face filled with so many smiles. "What period are you talking about Anabelle?" I implored. She smirked more deeper, "The period of you becoming the first human Luna of the Fridolf pack"

Even from miles away, I could feel him, his aura was no longer a steady, nourishing heat, it was a jagged, radioactive scream, the Red Rage had turned his power into a weapon that was slowly melting his own fleet. "He’s looking for the anchor," I whispered, my hand resting on my stomach, the child didn't kick this time, it hummed, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through the limestone beneath my feet. "Let him look," Koran said, his hand moving to the hilt of his obsidian blade, "he thinks he’s fighting a pack of mountain wolves, he has no idea he’s at the edge of an Eclipse." A single, smaller scout ship detached from the Zenith Fleet and descended toward the overlook, it bore the white