Novel & Cerita Elden Ring Lesser Kindred Of Rot

“We knew that one day Lucifer would catch up to us. He would find out about his unborn son and he would come for him. The only way that we thought to make him safe was by binding your life to his. Your mother was simply trying to protect me,... protect us all.” “By taking away my chance at being with the one man who truly loves me?” “Avalon, truly we did not intend to cause you hurt. We never believed that it was possible. You were a halfling. We knew that there was a possibility of you inheriting the fire magic, but only in so much as being able to summon it. We had no idea that you would be the strongest fire wielder the St Legers have known. Only full elemental users have the ability to f

Ena smiled at my little comment, " you don't have to worry because, firstly, according to what I read is that, his counter is usually someone who has some sort of higher power, it could be a god" "Like death" She looked at me confused. "Edwin said a golden dragon fell for death creating his species, the liche" "Aah, he is a liche dragon?" Ena asked surprised as she glanced at Edwin. I nodded. "Yes, a god, or an elf, or a hybrid, a being that could handle his power, we don't need to worry about that because beings like that in this realm are few and surprisingly rare. " This calmed me down a bit.

The smell of mould and damp earth blew out of the opening to envelope them with the added stench of rotting vegetation. “We go this way,” Zela said in an odd tone. They were stunned. In front of them stood a true Dryad. Skin with a greenish cast. Hair made of grass. Eyes like that of moss growing on a tree and glowing with life. A voice that respected and worshipped the very earth that gave it life sounding like the rustle of leaves. Zela turned and walked into the opening with the grace of a Willow in the breeze. The Dryad and the Elf led the Humans to a race that loathed all others with something akin to revulsion, and the Human race even more so. The Mrawlers had the necklace, and

Eryndor gathered his pack and addressed them with a resolute tone, "We may be fewer in number, but I suspect that among us are agents of the Evil Werewolf. Fear not, for they lack the hearts of true warriors like yourselves. The wounds they've inflicted will ultimately perish them, but you will persevere, your spirits unbroken, until your hearts no longer bleed.

Moving on, the Troll Warrior was exposed to miasma and afterward named, becoming a Giant Troll War Lord, doubling its size, and gaining a pack of muscles, its power was around SSS-Rank. The Lizardman Shaman evolved into a High Dragonewt Druid, after being exposed to miasma and then named, he had also drunk Chaos blood after he offered it to him, and ended as a Dragonewt. Its body resembled almost the same as before, but it seemed more refined, and with more dragon-like features, although it was still a three-meter-tall humanoid. It gained excellent Druid abilities and also learned how to speak. It was around SSS-Rank. Lilith evolved into a High Night Succubus Queen after being exposed to mia

Now, the gem wasn’t found anywhere and all races were searching for it. I watched their fight with keen interest as it developed into chaos; the woods caught flames and thunder struck near the place I was in. I was forced to take shelter under a giant tree, I saw a Lingering strolling with a spooky noise. A chill ran down my spine as I focused on holding my breath when it walked closer. I wasn’t stupid enough to hold my breath while it was away. I waited until it came closer to me. Lingering were different from Lantern Loitering, they were spirits that stuck to the living absorbing their life forces. I was so absorbed in my task that I couldn’t see the lightning coming at me. I lost consciou

The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic. Where the powdered silver in the wine had been a slow, insidious burn, this was a lightning strike. The metal seared into her skin like a brand. A choked, guttural cry was torn from Elira's lips—a sound that was too deep, too raw, not entirely human. Her hands flew to her neck, her fingers scrambling and clawing at the necklace, but it was no ordinary piece of jewelry. Forged with the ancient magic of the Rennar bloodline, hunters of her kind for centuries, it held fast, its malicious power sinking into her flesh like burning roots.

and thrust her hands forward at Lyle. “Wrong spell!” Lyle scoffed. The spell that Elara threw at her rebounded and went back to her, locking her wrists. “How is this possible?” Elara said in a hoarse voice. “This kind of magic is extremely rare.” It was the darkest kind of magic, found in witches of the highest order. “And you were supposed to be dead. Where are my children?” she gritted her teeth. She had given such a simple task to them. Once she was married to Ryder, she was going to go to the hut and kill her.

"The lung-rot was a manifestation of the shadow magic Miller was using to poison the pack. Once you purified the throne, the source of the rot died. He will be stronger than ever by the time the moon is full." ​Elara felt a tear of pure relief roll down her temple. It was over. Her brother was safe. Her mate was back. ​But as she lay there, a strange sensation began to curl in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't pain, and it wasn't the lingering cold of the Void. It was a flutter—a tiny, electric spark that felt like a echo of the golden light she had unleashed. The doors to the infirmary swung open, and Marda stepped inside. The old woman looked out of place among the polished silver and silk

I won’t let them,’ Diana said through the mind link between her and Gelong, But Gelong did not reply through their mind link. It took a good moment before he replied through their mind link. ‘You must forget after seeing me so tame, old friend. But the elven race are the most foul creatures of the Southern Seas. If I die, I will make sure that I will take them with me.’