روايات وقصص ضمن Eldritch Entity

My stomach twists. “And it was in Darkveil?” “In the blood,” she says. “In the lineage of the Alphas.” My thoughts flash instantly to Lucien. “I performed a summoning to trace the source,” she continues. “You summoned it?” My voice cracks. “I called to the shadow behind the anger.” “And it answered?” Her expression tightens. “Yes.” Silence swallows us whole. “What did you see?” I whisper. Her eyes go distant. “An entity older than the packs. Older than the treaties. It has no name in our language, but in the vision it appeared as smoke coiled around a skeletal crown. It clung to the Alpha bloodline like rot beneath bark.”

Then the center caved in—slowly, monstrously—and the world below revealed its teeth. Hell. The sinkhole wasn’t just a tear in the earth; it was a wound that bled fire. The air turned to ash, the scent of sulfur crawling up the stone walls. And from the depths—black shapes writhed. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Crawling over each other in a grotesque tide of claws, wings, and eyes that gleamed with feral light. Maldric’s army. They had been waiting beneath us all this time. Waiting for the world to fall open.

I looked out the window and noticed that Christopher was staring into the office with a frown on his face. A smile crept on my face as the idea began to form. “I know that look. What's the hell are you up to” Eldritch asked and then followed my gaze to see that I was staring at Christopher. “I don't even want to know” he shook his head and then turned back to me. “So what’s so important you decided to come see me” ……… We spent close to an hour talking about territories and the Ace Coven. According to Eldritch, they'd approached him trying to convince him to declare himself and Vienna Independent and out of my protection.

Wren chanted desperately, weaving threads of fate to hold the ritual at bay. The Head Priest raised the ritual dagger high. “It is inevitable, Ashe. Your blood calls for this. Kill them or die with them. Either way, the Entity wins.” The final ritual activated. The obsidian altar glowed with crimson and black light. The ground split open, revealing a yawning abyss of pure darkness. Tendrils shot upward, wrapping around all four of us and dragging us toward the altar. I fought with everything I had. Emerald light clashed violently with the Entity’s corruption inside me. Every pulse of power healed my Alphas while the vessel tried to drag me under. The bond became a battlefield. Golden threads

After reciting an incantation thrice, he'd succeeded in summoning a deity in charge of handling the souls in the Netherrealm. Upon sight of the fierce and mighty deity, Duane's eyes shone. He expected nothing less from the expert he'd invited here. The Dracotigris Order lived up to its reputation; its members could really summon deities! Just as the deity was about to ask Dorthan why he was summoned, he looked down, accidentally catching sight of Landon, clad in a suit, gold-rimmed glasses on his face. The deity shuddered and vanished the moment Landon adjusted his glasses.

"We gave it nothing." The chest of the beast heaved once, twice. Then its eyes—hazy, nearly colorless—rolled my way. "Eleanor." The name left its lips like a prayer and I flinched. Dylan stepped forward in an instant. "Do you know her?" The creature coughed, splattering black grime on the stone. The stench hit in a rush—salt, decay, and iron. Rhidian crouched. "Where are you from?" Its mouth moved, the words torn apart by a spasm. "...from below."

Void-light crawled beneath his skin like veins full of rot and behind him loomed something vast, indistinct, its shape only partially contained within his own. The Echo-Verse entity. It was not controlling him but merging. Darius lifted his head, eyes locking onto us across realms. His mouth curved into a smile that wasn’t entirely his. She opened the door, a voice whispered inside my skull. Not sound, presence, hunger and now the god may walk. I felt Kael recoil, his mind slamming against mine. The vision snapped. I collapsed forward as the ritual released us, blood slicking my hands, the medallion burning so hot it felt like it might brand my skin permanently.

It didn't come from the men. The Stitcher rose from the water, its root-braided body towering over Ashford. The moss on its skin turned a deep, bloody crimson. The entity reached out and grabbed the obsidian blade by the metal, the roots sizzling as they touched the dark power. "The Dorian is a memory," the Stitcher roared, the sound of a forest falling. "The Mother is the law." Ashford didn't flinch. He looked up at the entity, and for the first time, I saw the mark on his own chest. It wasn't a moon or a wolf.

“How is that possible? Oh moon goddess! Please help us out of this.” “Right now they is nothing impossible,” Tristan answered grimly. “I heard that a fire entity is involved.” He looked around not noticing any surprise expression he continued. “ Well, I guess you are also aware of this then, what is this whole entity stuff? I don't fully understand the whole idea.” James answered him. “His name is Vaelthryx, he is an ancient fire entity, that fed on inbalance.” Silence settled heavily across the room. Then slowly…The Alpha reached into his cloak before placing an old scroll carefully onto the council table.

“Keep your hands and anything else off her!” Lilibet changed before Carine’s eyes, becoming something horrific. Greying fangs appeared where she had had pearl-white teeth, revealed when her puckered mouth opened, her once full lips now dried and shrivelled. The full breasts had fallen into flaccid, empty sacs as had her belly and thighs. Lilibet hissed at the larger creature, threatening to attack but a rumbled growl issued from somewhere inside it and the huge bat-like wings spread, clawed tips menacing. The larger creature took one step towards Lilibet who fled to the far side of the room and made mewling sounds of pain and distress. “She has already taken a number of souls in here,” the c