Eldritch Novels & Stories

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

she said, “though we consider it a gift. It pools in one among us—a blessed person we call ‘Draken,’ which in our tongue means ‘dragon.’ This gift can manifest in many ways—manipulating the elements, altering physical forms—” Caelia’s heart raced as she remembered a term she’d heard the previous night. “But I heard someone call Rhyzar ‘Draken’?” Her eyes widened, hope and disbelief mingling. “But dragons aren’t real, are they? And 'altering physical forms'—shapeshifting? Is he really capable of such a thing?”

‘Good morning my name is Ivory hemming I’m a water elemental, the ice type and also in my first year, I’m sure we’ve all being briefed on what we’re doing in Buklime mountain’ Ivory sais heading straight to business. They all nodded, Ivory saw two familiar faces and her heart almost leaped out of her chest. It was the guy and girl whom were with Alfred two days ago. Ivory quickly looked somewhere else when she saw the guy staring at her, it was a little bit embarrassing. ‘I’ll introduce everyone, we’ve all introduced ourselves before you got here’ Natasha said to ivory ‘this is Chevy Sinclair a second year and a phase two witch’. He waves at ivory who in turns smiles carefully. ‘This is Nara

"That's the cry of the Doraco. It is an evil creature that kills once it passes on its prey. It is like smoke, and this could be tricky. I have not encountered it for years." "What? Why is it here?" "Power has changed hands and I think that opened a pathway for them. I must get you to safety, but I promise to make you get my blood before you leave." The shrill cry filled the cave,, and it was difficult to dictate whhere it was coming from because it seems to be coming from everywhere. MOLART led me away from there, out of the cave and into the woods. The shrill cry followed us. "Does it not have a weakness?"

left to deliver. She had heard of problematic family members, but her aunt Elena had really outdone herself. Her phone began to vibrate, and Libia picked it up, hoping it was Lison. But when she saw the caller ID, her face fell. "Dorantes," she muttered. She had no desire to speak to him. He was nothing more than a lecherous old man, and she no longer wanted to be anyone’s "little one."

With a sour expression, Ghulik reluctantly picked up the black herbs, which to Gildeon looked like tangled seaweed. Roselia then noticed the enchantment on his eyeglasses was starting to wear off. Soon enough, ordinary people would start seeing his real eyes if he let it be. So he handed them to her and, while waiting for Ghulik to vomit the witchtrace, he flipped through Roselia’s grimoire. A page caught his eye with a handwritten emblem in the lower right corner: three letter A's made of thorns, inside a circle. Next to it was the name Drusden. He figured it could be someone from Roselia’s past.

she continued, her discomfort as transparent as her eyes. “Do you have a teeth fetish I should know about?” I teased, raising a questioning brow that made her roll her eyes as she pulled my hand from her hair to bite a finger in warning. “You’re more of a wolf than I am.” “Maybe I am,” Iris teased, making me snort. “I could be. You said there are dormant bloodlines!” “There are,” I admitted with a nod, trying not to laugh in her face as she watched me expectantly. “But the stench of human is literally soaked into your bones, babe. There’s no way you’re mixed with anything outside of your species.”

Tonight, she needed answers that lived beyond reason. At the base of the final stair, she found the heavy door. She pushed it open slowly, the hinges creaking like a groan from the earth itself. Inside, the librarian was waiting. He was impossibly old — his hair long and white as bone, his eyes dim but alert. His name was Eldritch, the keeper of the archives, said to have served three Alphas before Kilian. He didn’t seem surprised to see her. “I wondered when you’d come,” he rasped, his voice echoing softly off the stone. “They always come when the world begins to burn.”

He directed his speech to the doctor and ran out to that suspicious tunnel And he is bare-chested..sweat fills his chest and..muscles He entered quickly without caring. The tunnel or dungeon was very deep, behind him were the guards and men of the herd of Ultm - his Mate 's flock - " Alpha". Harry shrieked running toward a deeply fainted man, with many, many men near him, some of them dead - some dead - and others breathing hard, just like Jack. Zayn's gaze shook, cautiously looking at the place , "Harry let him go," ordering him and the rest of his pack to oppose him .

"What are they." "A group of dark mages who made pacts with malevolent entities centuries ago" Eldric said. He turned his book around so I could see an illustration on the page. It showed a figure surrounded by swirling darkness. "They traded their souls for power. In exchange they gained abilities far beyond normal magic." "What kind of abilities" I asked. I studied the illustration. "The ability to move unseen" Eldric said. "To bypass magical wards and physical security. To use dark magic that normal weapons cannot touch. And most importantly the ability to feed on human suffering and grow stronger from it."