Enderman Novels & Stories

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

As I approached, a figure emerged from the shadows—a towering guardian with eyes like molten gold. "I am Eryndor, Guardian of the Relic," the figure intoned, his voice resonating through the clearing. "Who dares to possess the Amulet of Fenrir?" I stepped forward, my heart pounding. "I am Emily Hawthorne, and I seek to use the amulet to protect Silverwood Falls and its people." Eryndor's gaze bore into me, his expression inscrutable. "To wield the power of the amulet, you must prove your worth. Face your deepest fears and confront the shadows within your soul. Only then will you be deemed worthy."

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

He braced one hand on the door, leaving five fingerprints on the surface. I immediately sank down to my knees and said, "I know it must have been hard for you to reach this level of power. I had no plans of exposing you. You've been working hard for so many years. You wouldn't want to throw all that progress away by taking a human life, right?" The intruder was none other than Emilio, the evil spirit that had successfully integrated itself among the humans—the zombie that had lived for a thousand years. The scent of blood that clung to him became more obvious due to our close proximity.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

"You really think that will stop me? Besides, I'm not here to suck you dry. I'm here to help. You see, Cleo has become troublesome for business. I ignored her during her vendetta against some trivial little wolf, but now the woman is set on overthrowing me. But she seems to have a torn in her side-you. I heard your plea, and I am willing to help. I can get you out of purgatory and back on Earth-but it will come at a great cost. I can transform you into a Fomoire." Grace's eyes widen. The Fomoire was a race of demons that brought destruction and bad omens to the people of Danyrus. It is said that it is in their nature to do so. Would she be willing to sell her soul to warn her loved ones? Gra

Followed by a skinny torso, slim body, hands with long nails, and a head with a black feather. Right. This mist was no other than the man that was spying on Raze at the Ompus wilderness, Erman. I see you havent changed, Great Elder,” Erman said in his coarse voice. He wasnt only referring to the middle-aged mans messy hair, unkempt shirt, and a slight stink he can smell even from this distance. Instead, he was referring to his skill.

God sent an angel or what? I give him a suspicious look. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly. I don’t even know him. How can he be so nice? It’s fishy nowadays. Erden shakes his head. “Certain.” I look around and breathe heavily. I don’t have any choice anyway. “Alright.” I breathe defeatedly. “See you later.” Eren waves a little at our car before we walk down the hill a little to reach that of Erden’s. He got an amazing black Porsche.

I sigh “The night I went out to buy decorations I met Abaddon. He said bad thing will happen to the town” “Who’s Abaddon? Is what happening now a bad thing?” “Abaddon is a demon babe. Dead people coming back to life after a demon foretold a bad omen, it can’t be good” “B-but but—” “I know this is hard to accept babe. Let him go” People starts screaming and almost immediately after we heard the scream, a loud rumble shakes the house. We run out to check what’s going on and we couldn’t believe our eyes—the town is burning, people getting killed by the reanimates

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.