Novelas y relatos de Enderman

Emperor’s group, my group and I were about to head off and face Mia. When suddenly I saw someone walking from a distance “it’s been a while Arnold” he said as I saw an inkling boy wearing gangsta spike wear, spiked bikini included “do you know him Great Uncle?” Susie asked “yeah it’s Demise, he was supposed to be the original antagonist for my old story Global Unity. But I changed the antagonist from Demise to Corona for my story Global Unity {Revamped}” I said.

They hugged for a little while before they left themselves, the tiny faires still perching on Elle shoulders. Elle then turned back to face the other four with a big smile on her face, "You probably don't know who this is right?" Mamock asked pointing at the strange face standing beside her and Elle just nodded with a pleasant smile on her face. "I'm Demi, a halfling" the strange man introduced himself while stretching out his hand for a handshake. Elle grabbed his hand with a smile on her face "I'm Elle, the life force" the man smile with a nod.

My decision was final. A maid, nor a human will never be my luna. "Get me a glass of water." I barked at her before exiting the kitchen. Serving the new Alpha: Mia: The packhouse was filled with people assembled in different corners conversing, with the majority of the females, both young and old, giggling. With the way the females were dressed, one would think they were gathered for a college frat party. But that wasn't the case. Luna Emilia's son, Giovanni was returning home from the US where he'd gone to study and he was next in line to become Alpha of the Blackwood pack after the death of his father. The entire pack members were gathered to welcome him.

As if reading her thoughts, the strange man introduced himself. “ Uhh hello Mrs kings. My name is Diego Malluma and I was sent by Mr Kings to escort you. And don’t worry, the hotel staff let me in.” He explained with a strong Italian accent. So strong that Emilia had to strain her ears to understand what he was saying. “ Oh, hello sir?” She asked unsure as to how to address him since he was obviously old enough to be her father. “ Diego. Please, call me Diego.” He answered with a friendly smile as Emilia nodded in response.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

"I am in need of information, not spirits." The dwarf shrugged. "Suit yourself. My name's Gormec. I one of the owners of Neverland. You know, in case you wanted to show you had some manners or something." Halafarin rolled his eyes. Why were others so stiff about being sociable? The elf had no time for niceties. People were dying. "Have you heard of a strange killing in these parts? A human turned into a statue from the trunk of a banana tree?" Gormec shook his head, his dark beard swishing across his chest. "No, no. I can't think that I have. Something like that would stand out, you know, make for bad business."

She sounded lost and forlorn, frightened. Daderi swore eloquently. For centuries he had looked after his family. Zande, Amia, Prest, Rich, and Clent. The only others similar to their kind they had ever encountered had been the undead, the evil ones. This creature had slipped past him as a strange, cold wind that had pushed its way through the bar. Daderi had been uneasy, worried; he had felt the presence of another, yet he had not caught the stench of evil. The undead. Evil Vampire.

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.