Enshrouded Novels & Stories

The scent of sulfur and charred earth hung thick in the air, oppressive and suffocating, clinging to the throat like a curse. Around the brazier, five figures loomed, their faces obscured by dark, shifting hoods that seemed to devour the light. Their robes were tattered and black, dripping shadows like ink onto the cracked ground below. When they moved, the air trembled with a faint hum, as though the realm itself feared them.

Ember Hills wasn’t exactly inviting when it came to strange couriers. The bird cocked its head and presented its leg. The seal wrapping the scroll was black wax embossed with a sigil I committed to memory long before I understood language. My mother’s calling card. Isolde Nerezza. My hands didn’t tremble when I broke it open. If they hadn’t, that would have concerned me more. The lettering underneath was encrypted, wrapped in ancient vampiric code language and political slang meant to bore anyone who wasn’t meant to see it. Trade negotiations. Whispers in Council. Simple releases of clerical oversight. Words that to me spelled out screaming.

Which means surveillance is embedded, hidden and everywhere. The corridor beyond bears none of the hall’s theatrical opulence. The marble gives way to black stone, pale and unadorned. The ceiling archs high but without ornamentation. No gold. No banners. No celebratory grandeur. Tall windows line one side, revealing the academy grounds. Or what little of them could be seen. A thick fog rolls thick and low across manicured lawns, swallowing hedges and statues alike. Dark clouds pressed heavily overhead, diffusing the light into something directionless. It is impossible to tell the time of day. Morning and afternoon bleed into each other beneath the sky. Shadows stretch unnaturally long across

My skin was starting to prickle, I could feel the heat radiate in me. “No Avalon.” Darren sighed rubbing a hand over his face, he suddenly looked tired and older than he did just moments ago. “I promised to hide you from them.” “From who?” confusion clouded my anger. “The creatures that dwell just on the other side of those wards.” He pointed in the general direction of the entrance to our realm. “Why would I need to be hidden from them?” my anger began to dissipate for just a moment.

The graveyard was so neat. Row upon row of white marble tombstones all rising from the thick blanket of snow. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore. They were lined up perfectly with those in front and behind, a city block for the dead. Life is but a roaming shadow, a pitiable thespian. Who struts and frets his few moments upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale imparted by a foolish wit, full of noise and fury... yet meaningless nonetheless.

But she was embarrassed. She didn’t know how that was happening. But that’s how she feels. Discomfort and happiness are accompanied by warmth and intense longing. And while Joaquin blasphemes her unopposed jewel. Lara did nothing but let out loud moans and screams. Anyway, even if the young man decides to claim her on any part of that house, no one will hear or see them. Because in those moments the feeling as if they owned the whole world is not just simple.

As she turns four rogues step into the mouth of the alley, as iI turn I see another four had blocked off the other end, Acre starts laughing "Why are you laughing?" Lanna asks confused "Well because I would say that we are well and truly fucked" "Yes I would say your right, you are most defiantly trapped or as you call it, Fucked" one of the rogues laugh.

I chuckled to her. We head down the road and walk maybe an hour before I smell the rouges watching us from the woods. My body starts to tingle from fighting the urge to shift. I don't want to scare off the only people I have to help me find Amy but also can't risk them being rouges working with Cage and attacking either. "I'm Here for Amy!" I force my aura out towards the trees and echo my growl beneath my voice. One rouge appears, knowing there was at least five more I could sense right out of eyesight in the treeline. I stay on guard.

outflow. Disgusting ah! Is this a bad consequence of his perfect masculinity? Jenny's breathing became more and more disordered, and began to shake every now and then. "Definitely very sensitive." Daniel has a good mood that encourages an aunt. “Don't ah…Ah…Min… Sensitive is sensitive… Body… The body of the landscape itself has good qualities, are you jealous?”. Body is an elite realm, one must die rather than submit, like a duck still struggling until the end***

And lastly, I said: anapnoí tis zoísKai to fos tou myaloú mouDimiourgeí mia goiteíaProstasía kai ánesiKathós o aéras pou anapnéo katharízetaiPerivállo ton eaftó mou me mia sfaíra chrysoú Aftí i chrysí omíchliDiarkós katharízetaiKai na choristeí apó opoiadípote arnitikótita Boreí o chóros mou na prostateftheí I opened both of my hands and raised them about an inch from my knees, reciting this as I envisioned a golden aura encampenising itself around me. The aura seeped through my skin, slightly pricking me as I began to feel it work. A light shone from my skin, not blinding but not subtle either.