Eldritch Oc Novelas e Histórias

We were silent for a time; the dead needed no words, only our witness. I reached out, brushing my fingers over Seraphine’s tomb. Dust dulled the golden crest carved into the lid, but beneath the grime was something etched deeper—a different language. Draven leaned in. “That’s not Everley runes.” “It’s Draconic,” I replied, my heart racing. The symbols were sharp and angular, so unlike the flowing script I knew. But I could read it—instinctively. “Say it with me,” I whispered, and Draven nodded.

Aunt Drucella says, pushing the book in front of me. I stare at the picture in front of me. A creature, built like a man, with the head of a wolf covered in scales with tiny furry hairs sprouting from its hedges. A primate with claws instead of fingers. I still can't understand. “What am I staring at?” “A Monogroth, A creature of darkness magic, created by Behemoth. It was last seen during the great war.” Greg says. “And was killed by your ancestor,” Aunt Drucella added.

Aphelion asks, a look of confusion on his face. "It's more than just a sludge," Luka speaks up, his mental shield so intense I can feel it pushing against me, but still, my powers manage to find a way to wiggle in and caress his. "That black substance is called Eitr. It is neither dead nor alive. Eitr is the origin of life. Jörmungandr created dark Etir as a weapon to destroy the Norse Gods. Eitr, both light and dark, was supposed to have been destroyed with the destruction of Asgard. The substance that came from Beckett was a fledgling Eitr; when in its full form, it can shift into any dark beast; a basilisk, an Oshi-Oni, a chimera, a Kraken, even a Medusa type creature. Its shapeshifting i

The moment the door shut, Cedric Phillips turned to me and said, “Austin Belmont is suspected to be part Druid wolf and is being monitored for any unbecoming behavior.” Rolling my eyes, I frowned. “He is my marked mate, so nothing is going to come from it. He won't go rogue or cause any issues by going on a crazy killing spree,” I asserted, and he gave me a rude grunt. “You know what a druid wolf is, Miss Gibson?” Nodding nervously, I explained that I learned about them from my pack school, but he furrowed his brow and then shook his head. “Don't lie to me. I'm well aware that druids are extremely rare wolves and not a subject of study in your prior classes,” he growled, causing me to swallo

Hayle – (Hale) Creatures Goblins: Gerth – (Gurth) Hruge – (Roodge) Oh’Kapi – (Oh-KAH-pee) Ma’veth – (Mah-VETH) Ma’vhor – (Mah-VORE) Weapons Grenyaar: Khortaal – (Kor-TAHL) – Slightly curved sword Khor – (Kore) – Large dagger Dwarvish: Styrha – (STIR-hah) – Obsidian dagger Goblin: Ge’dhun – (Gheh-DOON) – Goblin magic sword Places Realm of Eyrdal (IRE-dahl) Cities and Towns: Capital: Shamirha – (Sha-MEER-ah) Ghaeros – (GHER-ose) Eodur – (AY-ohdoor) Chulakh – (CHOO-lock) Saverha – (Sa-VEHR-ah) Minouros – (Min-OHR-ose)

August said, “You don’t mean the Picts, do you? You speak of your druid cast.” Drust sighed and his humor faded away. “Druid. That is a word you filthy men in armor use to describe what you don’t understand. There are few in our assemblage these days, but we guide all those around, and yes, the Picts are our folk of this region. Rufus knows our cousins in the low lands, even if they are just Celts.” Rufus put his head down and said nothing. Porcius glanced at Rufus, but noted Drust’s apprentice staring at the tree. “What do Lammas and your kindred have to do with these monsters?”

Goliath's voice sounded cold and a bit harsh, but the critters only stared at him. "Pay attention to what he is going to do, then replicate it," David ordered his minions, who promptly nodded and started to pay attention to Goliath's actions. "First, we'll start with a history lesson. Abyssal druids believe in the will of Nature. That all plants and animals have a soul on their own. But we also believe that the Will of the Abyss is greater than Nature's and that it should bend to fulfill the Abyss' and our wishes." Goliath nodded and put the crystal against the log. "Oh, mighty abyss, lend me your aid, bend the will of nature to my desire!"

I stepped forward, and the crowd parted. The elder who’d addressed me gave a respectful nod and gestured toward the ceremonial chalice waiting on the stone table. I picked it up, the weight of it solid in my hand, and turned to face the crowd. “My name,” I began, “is Edric Ambrose. Some of you know me as the cursed alpha. Others only know me as the outsider who spilled blood on your soil in the name of justice.” “To the vast majority of you, I’m folklore. The monster who feeds on the flesh of his kind. Who ate his whole pack and seeks flesh to devour.”

And gods help any unsuspecting guard or pack member who passed by the open door of his study and heard Alpha Alaric Blackthorn, the stoic leader of the Triplet Pack, speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched dragon voice, or a gruff, booming giant. One afternoon, I walked in to find him holding a weighty tome titled "Ancient Lunar Battle Formations." Lyra, perched comfortably in his lap, was gurgling with delight as he made dramatic gestures, narrating the movements of mythical armies with surprisingly expressive sound effects. "And then, the Great Wolf General, Grolf, howled a mighty HOWWWL!" Alaric boomed, then immediately softened his voice to a tiny squeak, "And the tiny, cowardly goblins, the

His eyes close tight, and his heart sings into my ears. *** Maybe out of greediness or the need to feel his warmth, I cuddle next to his chest. His fingers trail up and down my spine in a slow stroll. "There’s something I should have said a while back," Paul starts, while he stares at the ceiling. "I might not be the actual Dacian Draco you were searching for. In the wolves’ stories, Dacian Draco is an ancient wolf living in the mountains. His origins lost in time, he’s meant to protect the living from the dead. Maybe he’s what you sought."