Novelas y relatos de Enderman

He remained perfectly still, his expression as unreadable as a mountain. “That isn't a mirror that reveals flaws, is it?” I challenged, my voice trembling with the aftereffects of the encounter. “No,” he admitted, his voice a low rumble. “It is an artifact of the Old World. Locked within its silver is a demonic entity—a minor underling of the God of the Underworld, reduced to a whisper meant to corrupt. They feed on your fears, Ersa. They don't just show you your darkness; they amplify it until it consumes you, leaving a hollow shell for them to possess.”

We ran towards them, anger overtaking our leveled heads. "Emmett!" Everett yelled in his lycon form. He grabbed Emerson with Alester gone again. Emerson just laid there lifeless. Is that what it takes to kill us, rip our hearts out? I thought we were immortal, but we aren't. Emerson's lifeless eyes show me that. Tears leave our eyes, but we don't sob, we don't stop to grieve. Zerena sucks all the darkness into her, allowing the room to light again, and Alester to be revealed. She instantly travels to him, wrapping him in the darkness and holding him down.

“The one that your demons moved in on to the north. It's clearly our land. So, I need you to remove them and then we'll consider renewing our treaty with you. I expect you to get this done before our next meeting and next time it is on my land we are having a party in honor of my father in three days. Come or send your own ambassador. Either way, fix this Skorn, or we have an issue.” Skorn bites his tongue and smiles at her. “I will take care of it, and I think Hector will be my future ambassador. I will send him and his mentor and possibly a few others to handle the demon problem. He will join you in three days. It's late. Why not stay the night and you can travel back in the morning?” “I

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

Coop reared back as if slapped, “What the fuck? Den, listen to me. We can’t do this. We can’t mess around with this shit. Look at that thing!” The candles were extinguished again, and the thing standing in the middle of the circle was back. Slowly, it began to move. It’s bones grinded against one another as it lifted one of its arms and pointed a single, needle-like finger…right at me. “It’s…it’s…it’s…” Sarah stammered, “It’s pointing at Ophelia.” “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” Denver commanded, “Speak your name at once!” “I am Abaddon of the Pit.” It spoke.

She wanted to completely destroy the reflective object but she was disturbed by a sudden knock on her bedroom door. "Come in," she turned around hoping her figure would hide the destroyed mirror from whoever was behind the door. "Miss Yumena, your Father wishes to see you downstairs," The Markov Demanor, Tulip communicated in English with her sweet, high-pitched voice. Demanors were human domestic workers that worked in Supernatural homes. They were usually impoverished individuals who held vulnerable positions in human society.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Cent looked around for any signs of zombies but found none. The zombie girl, taller than her, walked towards her. “My name is Matilda, girlie. You are not lost. This is the Malevolent Dorm. This is the graveside for the zombies. We are also students here in Transylvania Academy.” Its dangling eyes stared at her. “Judging from your huge horns, I can tell that you are a Halfling. Wow, I never thought that a new Halfling would come before my bone rots.” “I am not a Halfling. I’m a half-demon since my father is a demon.”

(Store Manager Corn) Store Manager Corn, is a 2.5 meter tall, Werewolf, a giant of a person, very menacing even. But in truth he is very calm and docile person, despite his race and looks, he is an Sergeant Army veteran, and what is funny about him is that he is named Corn by his previous slaver, and that is because he is a Vegan Werewolf and actually allergic to meat. And he is also here as a protection initiative for Yggdrasil, of which I personally put him here.

started breathing. He looked into the expressionless face of the specter’s glowing countenance. "Really? Is that why you're here?" he asked, and the spirit nodded. Adrien was startled. "Wha- Why me? I mean, I..." he stopped himself in disbelief. "I just killed a man, and you want me to raise the dead?" his voice squeaked as his words became frantic. "Oh, no!" He jumped up and sprang to his feet, retreating away from the man from Himmel. "This time... this time, you've lost it! You’ve really gone too far!"