Eldritch Oc Novels & Stories

Helena’s glowed soft green. Healing magic. The freed cult victims showed grays. Still tainted. And Aldric’s tent… “Do you see it?” Erica asked. I did. Oh, I did. Aldric’s aura had layers. On the surface: gold. Loyalty. Family. Purpose. But underneath, faint and hidden, something else pulsed. Dark red. Almost black. Hungry. Exactly like Seraphine’s had been. “Moon Goddess,” I breathed. Erica let go.

The ancient tongue twisted through the air, corrupting it, making even breathing feel like swallowing poison. She turned to find Davros at the center of the ritual circle, still naked and covered in blood, completely focused on his incantation. His voice rose and fell in terrible rhythm as the words kept coming, "Da mihi potestatem... fac me fortem... in nomine Krago..." Black lines crawled up his skin like living things, spreading from the circle beneath his feet and wrapping around his limbs. His eyes had gone completely white, pupils rolled back until only the sclera showed, and his knife rose high above the terrified boy strapped to the stone altar.

I began, trying to keep my voice as audible as possible. “Hey, calm down and tell me about it.” He said to me calmly and reassuringly.” “Okay so I had this dream last night, where I had fully mastered my abilities and harnessed them to full potential, I had become the true white wolf and queen of the Lunari. And you did the ritual and I returned home to my Alex in peace.” Immediately Eldric heard all I said, his expression softened which was very unusual for Someone like him who was always stern. “Exalia, dreams can be more than just mere flights of fancy. Dreams can be omens or paths that are laid out by our ancestors, so please tell me more my dear.”

Dusk settled over Aether like a blessing. The last light filtered through leaves thick as cathedral glass, turning the forest canopy into layered gold and green. Declan Eldritch stood barefoot in the center of the glade, his palm pressed to the moss-covered earth as he drew in a slow breath. Normally, the Verdant Lifeflow answered him with steady warmth — a gentle pulse, a quiet hum of life thriving in harmony. Tonight, it trembled.

His three advisors reached a large tent and went in before him, making sure it was clear of any potential surprises, and he paused to listen when Drax, his Royal Beta, and Luther, his Royal Delta, started laughing. “What are you two giggling about,” Brit asked irritably. “Can’t you smell that, Bitty,” Luther chuckled. “Someone got frisky in here not too long ago.” Brit was a Witch, meaning her senses weren’t as sharp as Luther’s, who was a Vampire, or Drax, who was a Werewolf. “Tell us, my loyal hound. What does your furry nose smell?” Drax growled at him, Luther was always trying to get under his skin. And pretty much always succeeded. “A powerful Alpha pup and some omega girl. Twice, a few

“And so will you, little wolf. Power never dies, it only changes hands.” Aldric slammed his fist into the ground, snarling. “I will not become you!” His body trembled. His bones cracked. Something shifted beneath his skin, not fully wolf, not fully human, something… other. A dark aura ignited around him, swirling like smoke. Then, as suddenly as it came, it vanished. Aldric fell forward, panting. His eyes lifted slowly, glowing faintly… …with a halo of silver fire. “I am not becoming a monster,” he whispered.

scoffed Walter. “Witchcraft…?” muttered the astonished Gerald. “Indeed! To be more precise, Daryl’s using the ancient witchcraft technique—that originates from the Northern Dessert—that goes by the Witchery Skypit Art! Since witches went extinct ages ago, the art should no longer exist! With that said, who the hell is Daryl…?” muttered the flabbergasted Walter…

The next phrases made even Drake's hair at the back of his neck stand. "Fràmsi lācht àkranmān ún, Grüt ichwā shālāv àlún dús grèshmin stēua Krücht màrkus shulém ān desànn." And that Jucel went out of the dungeon with Drake following her, leaving the Illinora screaming. Jucel Greyn, a Saranian descent, just recited the prophecy in an ancient Demetrian language that no one knew.

"Main Karoon Toh Saala Character Dheela Hai Ho ! Main Karoon Toh Saala Character Dheela Hai-AAAAAA" the ending word turned into a scream as she noticed a large black figure standing in the doorway. Her eyes widened and heart beat increased and she felt her self shaking from the close proximity. "WHAT THE FU- omphhh" she was screaming in top of her lungs when the figure moved towards her with long strides making her curse out loud but it was muffled by a large hand on her mouth. The person held her her nape making her voice as muffled as possible.

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.