Eldritch Novelas e Histórias

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

“A lich and a draugr? It would explain the monstrosities all being forms of undead and it would explain the need to avoid as much light as possible. But how long has he been working on this? How many failures before this? Both rituals have a high failure rate by themselves.” “A draugr that’s a word I have not heard in ages. Correct me if I am wrong but it’s a form of revenant? How did you come to that conclusion?” Rolo came back to the table and sat down in a chair beside Dean again. “Well, I couldn’t make out this word on multiple pages. He’s written it as he was excited or something while he wrote it so it’s very hard to read. But when you said lich it made sense when I was looking at it

oh it's that thing ' " Your artifact is a blue and black necklace with a gold cross in the middle with some inscriptions isn't it ?" the priest looked surprised and asked. " h..how do you know" An evil grin spread across his face as he looked at the priest and reactivated his powers but on the necklace this time " Because it's mine !" .

The witch seemed to have the ability to see right through someone down to their darkest secrets. Standing in front of the witches it was hard to believe they were related. Ursula was clean cut with sharp edges and a clinical air about her despite the energy that hummed under her skin. Dagmar on the other hand was gnarled and weathered like a giant redwood and equally imposing. Chloe couldn't help but wonder if the witch had been similar to Ursula in her younger days and it was simply time that had left Dagmar as cynical as she was wise. Or perhaps Dagmar had always been like this…

It would be foolish to risk him having a clue and shutting up. “We have always been there. Ever since good has existed, there has also been evil. Edimmu, Jiang Shi, Ghoul. We were called Draugr in the Nordic countries. They have called us different things through time, but we are the same and with the sole purpose of creating fear in people so that they appreciate the good and correct. Some of us, however, have been just a bit theatrical, Lamia and Lillith, for example”. "What has that got to do with the pact ?"

Not only am I the first ever vampire to exist, but also the first vampire that had the power of three powerful supernatural forces combined - a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf. It was the early 1700s when a witch, my mother, and a werewolf, my father, fell in love with each other. It was beautiful, and the perfect love - one that is one with nature and a beast that resides and takes care of nature and the other animals living in it. They were living peacefully with mortals and the children they were to bear. But at that time, a virus broke among mortals. Nurses and doctors reported that dead bodies in the morgue went missing. Nikleux, my mom and the most powerful witch ever, casted a conosc

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

You could start by telling me your real name," Wilkud suggested. “Yes, that would be sensible, since you are going to hear me in confession. It would be pointless to confess under another name. After all, where would that lead me, with the austere Mortis. " The old man groaned in pain as he rolled over onto his back. "Very well. Let me tell you everything. My name is Viktor Drichey, son of Brechtal Drichey, and I was born and raised in the Kaleth Empire, in a town called Chipped, located ten miles southwest of Genbofen, next to the Black Mountains, on the border of that cursed vampire den from Transylvania. I was born a year before the reign of the famous Emperor Augustus.

" He speaks lowly with a thudding heart, his voice laced in regret and remorse. And that's when he saw her tilt up her face to look up at him. His footsteps staggered back as he stared at her eyes. Terror raided his insides. The innocent teary gray eyes he was staring at intently while entering her few minutes ago. We're no longer there. Rather, her eyes were jet black ,with no white visible. Pupils, sclera. Everything was black, just like the liquid surrounding her. " Grrrrrhhhhhh" He heard a low groan leave her lips, an aura of dread and evil surrounded her. Zander gulps. Failing to even recognize the woman in front of him.

With her staff, she blasted the creature with a blast called ‘eldritch blast. Eldritch blast can be used by white clan witches to fight off their enemies without killing them. Eldritch blast is a beam of crackling energy streaks that is targeted at an enemy within a rage. When a creature gets hit with an eldritch blast the creature takes up minor damage that will knock them off their feet for some few seconds or minutes depending on the type of creature. As the creature got knocked off its feet, Bonnie quickly run to Lucas to help him up. “Are you alright?” she aske