Eldritch Oc Novelas e Histórias

“Ye know all bout the hunger part, I’m guessin.” His guts twisted as he thought of Eddie . . . and Jones. He squirmed. It was probably his imagination, but his clothes seemed tighter than usual, his legs and arms sticking out several inches from the cuffs and sleeves. “And?” Hartley dangled the charm from its strap. “I’m guessin’ this here is an old conjure for what they used to call a ‘Wihtikow’, roughly translated as Wendigo. Some dialects even call it Ithaqua . . . ”

[CHOLDRITH- Elite rank] HP- 600 CON-60 ATK-155 STR-31 DEF-55 DEX-11 Speed-51 AGI-51 Mana- 105 INT-21 SKILL- Fey Ancestry(Elite) Spell Casting(Elite) Web sense(Rare) Web walker( Elite) [Choldriths resemble spiders, but they behave more like social insects such as ants. Chitines are divided into worker and warrior castes, and Choldriths occupy the top levels of a colony's hierarchy. They are multiarmed humanoids with arachnid qualities that serve Queen Arasta] Interesting so this evolution of the spiders is like a leader class? Also, it seems it was just its first evolution, which leads me to believe there are quite a few evolutions ahead of this spider increasin

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

I pricked finger, mingling essence with Alexander's on map—holo flaring violet, paths clarifying. Jenkins netted probing tendrils silent, Sofia binds weaving: “Clean—flanks hold; void pulses personal.” Mara potions distributed: “Resist deep—links active; Damian watches.” Undercrypt heart loomed—cavern colossal, artifacts crowned void-throne: ancient shards pulsing hunger-core, entities guardian colossal, chitin-plated maws multi-fanged, eyes void-pupiled fixating us personal, whispers booming intimate: *Heirs... bleed essence, crown unbound. Adapt or perish.*

She hadn't just come to bring the book. I flipped the ledger open, my hyper-sharp nostrils expanding as I scanned the ancient pages containing the calibration rituals. Hidden deep within the binding of the central alignment chapter was a tiny, microscopic smudge of an odorless, grey chemical paste—the distinct, synthetic trace of an Eldritch Extraction Glyph. My heart skipped a violent beat, my amber eyes instantly flaring with a bright ring of molten gold.

“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

I shifted back to human form, coughing blood. “You call slavery freedom,” I growled. “I call the corpse of this world a throne,” Draco hissed. He pressed down. I heard the crack. Lilith roared inside me, a voice made of silver and moonlight. Stand. I pushed against his heel, shaking, ribs grinding—and when he raised his hand to snap my neck, I dragged my own blood across the ground. A circle ignited beneath us. Lilith’s spell. Draco froze. “Ahh,” he exhaled, almost delighted. “The blood rite.”

"Zyrrak'thul na'khar!...(Summon the shadows!) Draek'vorn noctril!...(Darkness shall reign!) Vor'thul shadranek...(Power of the abyss.) Mal'zarnok enshar...(Blood of the fallen.) Nythorak krysth'gar!...(Unleash the torment!) " The creatures whispered in either of her ears. Guttural and eerie voices with hissing sounds, low growls, and whispers. It was not a language meant for casual conversation.It was something Mira was hearing for the first time but she had no problem in understanding it at all.

"How dare you! I asked who you are!" "I’m Drex. The Lycan you called a 'black monster' the other day," he replied without looking back. "You... you can shift?" Xavier followed him, stunned. "Rucif gave me a nourishing tonic. It restored my energy faster than I expected. I have to admit, the man is a genius." "Rucif is an alchemist of the highest order. He is more than just 'genius,'" Xavier corrected him. "Yeah, for once, I agree. Are you here alone? Where are your guards? And where are your wives? Don’t you have a dozen of them?" Drex asked bluntly.

I looked at my brothers. At Sweetcheeks. Confused expressions covered their faces to varying degrees. Finn and Drace looked ready for war. I cleared my throat as I transformed back to fully human. "I'm guessing ollpheist isn't some weird elephant then." The three others laughed. "Means monster in Irish," Drace said, the slightest lilt to her voice. I nodded. "Then yes, let's go bag ourselves a monster." Tove, Thane, and Cheeks all nodded as well. Victorious smiles on their faces.