Eldritch Oc Novels & Stories

"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."

Ruby looked down at the ground and contemplated this for a few seconds. "What about Aleister? Dyrus Aleister Aspartheon. Dyrus means great or relentless and Aleister means fighter. Aspartheon is a derivative of Aspartheus, the dragon of war, glory, conquest, and wealth since that's what you are aiming for I assume. I provided you a name and a surname, which is your core ideal or what you seek to achieve." "Dyrus Aleister Aspartheon... Hmmm. It rolls off the tongue excellently. Rejoice, witch, you shall keep your head on your shoulder. I accept my new name." The newly baptized Aleister said grinning at her widely.

“If you’re searching for the truth about the Blood Moon, there’s only one person left in Drukbane who understands it. His name is Aldric. He’s a wizard, but most believe he died years ago.” “Where can I find him?” Liora asked quickly. Mira looked around before answering. “Follow me. But we can’t be seen.” They moved quietly through narrow corridors behind the main shelves. After several turns, Mira opened a small wooden door that led down a spiral staircase. The air grew colder. At the bottom was a wide underground chamber filled with books, crystals, and faintly glowing runes on the floor. An old man sat at a desk surrounded by candlelight. His long gray hair was tied back, and he wore simp

Argentum said in teasing manner “I am Prince you evil women… do you want your prince to accept his defeat…? huh?” Draco argued back and tried to free hinself, on other hand all other teen Dragon ‘s were encouraging them both to fight including their training master , master Mossace… “Hahahah…. my prince you forgot…. your Draphidrmia still pending….. (Draphidrmia is a ritual which is performed in Dragon realm among royal Dragon which is equal to coronation)… but me… I am already hired as your first in line chief commanding officer..” Argentum said proudly

His gaze never left Aldric, though the fury burning in the Alpha’s eyes met him like a storm. Lilith stood still, her magic flickering faintly around her fingers. The urge to protect Aldric clawed at her chest, but Dylen’s aura pressed down like an ocean. Even the air bent to his presence. He stopped beside Aldric’s cot, his expression unreadable. “You reek of desperation,” Dylen murmured. His tone wasn’t cruel,it was almost pitiful, and that made it worse. Aldric spat blood to the side. “Get away from me.”

Chiri could hear their malicious whispers. Dhryzic’s were abominations for mages. They were criminals that possessed no dark magic lineage, but who had the audacity to use it for their own purposes. Unlike elemental mages, anyone that displayed even a remote affinity for magic could become a dark mage through study. However, to do so without descending from a family that held a long tradition of dark magic was forbidden. Considered, the bane of pureblooded magic mages Dhryzic’s were abominable creatures, only deserving of the lowest positions within their society.

“You speak in riddles. You heal, you speak of gods, and you leave me with more questions than answers. You’re a Draikos, what does that mean? Why do you know me better than I know myself?” He watched her unblinkingly and for a long moment he said nothing. “You seek certainty,” Malrik said at last. “You deserve it, but truth is a blade; it cuts those unready for the fall. Still, you came here to demand it, so I will give you an oath. Not riddles or half-answers.” Raven set her jaw. “I don’t want a vow. I want the truth.” “You will have both.” He drew a breath as if preparing to plumb deep stores of memory. “The name Draikos is older than banners and blades. It is a binding and a watchword of

David needed to be careful since he was already at death’s door. The Draco opened its mouth. A sound came out which surprised David, who knew for a fact that the super reptile species did not have vocal cords. The Draco spoke with words that it got from the psion stone and Elizabeth. “Die… fucker.” Huh?!?!

Calvin stated and poured him a drink. Little Starky boy just did my job for me. I had a name and a species. Demacores were extremely sadistic creatures that were created by none other than Douchey Loki. I did not know specifics, but I would learn every single detail about them that I could. It made me wonder if this was the asshat that I would be destroying. Draxthi hummed and took a sip of his drink, grinning when he tasted it. His tongue slid over his teeth as if savoring every drop.

"In Lycanic bloodlines, there are maybe a dozen documented cases in living memory. They are a marker of the old-line magic. Sight-workers. People who can perceive the literal architecture of a spell." "Aldric can perceive magical structures," I whispered. "Aldric has been training you," Kael reminded me. I stood up so fast my chair screeched against the stone and tumbled backward. "No," I snapped. "No. I've seen him weep over my mother's journal. He's been hiding here for eleven years, terrified of the very thing we're fighting. He is not—"