Eldritch Oc Novelas e Histórias

The crypt held its breath. Torchlight stuttered against damp stone, shadows stretching like knives. The altar had split wide open, the crack glowing with a black fire that was neither heat nor flame. And from it, the hand had come — clawed, long-fingered, slick with shadow ichor — curling on the stone edge as though testing its weight. Daryl’s scream shredded through the silence, his body bowing off the slab as tendrils writhed beneath his skin. His eyes burned bright, black shot through with molten orange, like embers in coal.

“There’s more. The scent on the corpses wasn’t just wolf. There was dragon shifter energy mixed in. This wasn’t the work of rogues. It was a hybrid—a powerful one.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is a big problem.” “Exactly,” Drake said. “We could be dealing with a hybrid who has the energy of both a vampire and a dragon. Or a wolf-vampire hybrid.” “They have names, you know,” Drake added. “What?” “A dragon-vampire hybrid is called a Draculeth. A wolf-vampire hybrid is called a Lycavor. And as for hybrids with witch powers… well, those are so rare, they’re not even named in our history. Same goes for the hybrid who has two animal spirits”

Kael muttered. “Dangerous,” Elena said. Sera shifted in her chains, wincing. “You want to know the worst part?” she said. Elena didn’t answer. Sera laughed quietly. “Orin found something in the old Dravok archives. Something Aldric buried.” Elena’s stomach dropped. “What?” Sera leaned forward as far as the chains allowed. “A binding ritual,” she whispered. “Older than the King’s. Older than the clans. It doesn’t kill an Alpha. It breaks them. Binds them to the caster’s will.”

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.”

I heard Lilith gasp in disbelief, snapping at me. “Dravena! Stop, you’re really pushing it—” Thud. He knelt. Lilith let out a shaky breath. I watched as Dervic, one of the strongest, most feared wolves in the world, sank to his knees before me, the wolf whispered about in secret, the one whose very name sent chills through everyone. “Have you heard about Alpha Dervic? He’s dangerous. Alpha Claude doesn’t even let him out—he’s a psycho.”

“That was four hundred years ago. They remember.” “I’m not going to burn down their forest.” “I’m sure the last dragon told them that too.” My training master was a druid named Eldric. He was tall, thin, and had the kind of face that gave away absolutely nothing, like someone had carved it from wood and forgotten to add expressions. His eyes were pale green, almost translucent, and they studied me. “You want to learn extraction magic,” he said. Not a question. A statement delivered in the tone of someone reading a grocery list.

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.

He followed the young boy closely behind, while Rei followed him. "We just call it the manor. It's where Otheric lives. With his mom and dad." "And who is Otheric?" "He's a... he's a drow." "So you're telling me there's a family of drows living on this mountain?" "No, his parents are humans. He was adopted when he was a kid." Minos raised his shoulders and gave a dubious look at his companion. "That's the second story about an adopted boy we've heard today! Does this village have a fertility problem or something? That can't be a coincidence?"

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

I said, "even if you do whatever this ritual is, I will haunt you. I will never let you rest. You will see me in every shadow. You will hear me in every silence." Kade laughed. It was not a laugh that contained humor. It was a laugh that contained the sound of someone who had decided pity was wasted on me. He turned toward Aldric. "Begin the incantation," he said. Aldric stepped forward. His hands were steady as he opened a book that was bound in something I did not want to identify. He began to read in a voice that was calm, measured, and absolutely devoid of emotion. The words were old. They were not any language I had ever heard, but I could feel them. They had texture. They had weight. T