Novel & Cerita Evil Shadow Skull

He seemed happy after speaking with the Bull General. “Hahahaha, Finally… Finally, I will get my revenge! Just wait and see, all of you will experience my wrath, hahahaha. No one can escape, not even you, you bold woman who dared to block my desires.” He shouted loudly in that place. On the other side, the bull general was sitting on his throne. Behind his back was a large blood-red egg emitting a very evil aura. And beneath the egg were many human skulls, corpses, and some humans who still appeared to be alive there. The living humans were screaming in pain and crying, enduring the suffering they were experiencing. Among them were even children or babies slowly withering away, and what was

Before turning to walk into the study with Damon. His study was full of dark artifacts; one artifact in particular grabbing my attention. It was a witches skull which laid on his desk decoratively holding some of my favorite flowers, Odessa Calla Lillie’s. A witches skull had large eyes sockets, with long points on their chin and their foreheads. It’s almost as if it’s meant to reassemble the crescent moon. I picked at the petals sprouting from the eye sockets of the skull as Damon spoke not really hearing a word he said until he turned and said “Elena? Are you listening?!”

He questions, a puzzling expression on his face. I shrug, forcing a smile. “I saw a headline or two, but it looked like a clickbait so I didn't pay attention.” Of course I know about the murders, but the local reports are so sketchy, and no one really talks about it because it's ‘bad luck’. Once they know you're aware, they zip up. Feigning cluelessness in front of teammates who seem to care about me, and love gossip might just be my best bet. Jessica gently places her fork on her plate, her expression shifting to serious and intense. “Valle Vitale was, like the name implies, the Valley of Life. Peaceful, lively, and…” She looks at me expectantly, like I'm supposed to know— oh!

Elena placed everything out for me and I started to clean myself from head to toe, getting rid of the bloody smell. Turning off the shower I wrapped a towel around my body and head. Wiping away the steam that covered the mirror I started on my hair, slicking it back into a high ponytail. Walking out of the bathroom I stopped in front of the bed and just stared at the duffel bag. The reason why I stopped was because I wanted to give all my attention to Neveah and keep her away from that world, keep her safe but I had to bring the Shadow of Death back if it meant keeping my baby safe and taking down those who wanted to hurt her and if I didn’t want something to happen again.

He came at Eolan with twin blades, fast as lightning. Eolan sidestepped, shadow flicking upward to wrap one arm. The man spun with inhuman agility, slicing through part of the shadow itself—a feat Eolan had only seen once before. “Not normal,” Eolan growled. The man’s helmet shifted just enough for Eolan to glimpse a pale tattoo curling over his jawline—an ancient mark of the Obsidian Creed. “You’re a long way from the southern temples,” Eolan said, even as they circled each other.

Every move he made was filled with horrifying pressure. Just the cold gaze he glared at Baldwin had Baldwin, a level nine supreme paragon feeling chilled. Baldwin wanted to say something but after seeing the gaze, he knew it was best to shut his mouth. Not too long later, they arrived at the dyke. There was no real world in front of the dyke. Just a large area of black fog. With their arrival, the black fog gathered into a big cloud and formed a giant skull. If it were not for the formation and restriction above the sky of the dyke, Baldwin felt his soul would tremble terribly and not just feel a chill down his spine like now when he sensed the aura from the giant skull.

But in the reflection, a monster stood behind me. It was draped in the same fine, midnight-blue velvet coat Julian had worn yesterday. It wore the Valerius signet ring on a bony, yellowed finger. But where Julian’s face should have been, there was only a hollowed-out skull, its jaw hanging open in a silent, eternal grin. Small, writhing shadows pulsed behind its empty eye sockets like black flames. "Did you think you could hide from me, Elowen?" The voice didn't come from a throat; it vibrated inside my own skull, rattling my teeth. "Did you think a few scratches in the wood would save you in the tenth hour?"

She felt the world around her went silent at the horror in front of her. Few guards now lay dead with blood pooling the ground. Vlad and a few man dressed in blacks stand at the hallways while Vlad stand sin front of her. He was laughing like a mad man while his hand was holding Kaelan long hair which is now attached to his headless from. Kaelan lifeless eyes was bulging out and his mouth fills with blood. From the look of the headless body on the holding a silver sword with purple handle on the floor, Eve knew that it was Kaelans. Eve staggers back but only to hear voice, so evil and hateful whispering to her.

That we would all kneel? I pivot, and she is there: the Shadow, named so because she has the build of those who block the light, tall and heavy, stocky, arms bristled with twisted muscles, a smooth and shiny skull like a blade, and a jaw that snaps at regular intervals like a iron trap waiting to crush whatever comes too close.

________________ Author's Note: Hello my dearest readers, Welcome to the enthralling world of Shadows in the Night: Secrets of the Howling Heart🌙✨ As an author, crafting this tale has been a journey through the captivating city of Bucharest, where the ordinary and the supernatural converge, and destinies entwine amidst the enchanting allure of mystery and love. Get ready to dive into a world where mystery and the unexpected walk hand in hand. This story unfolds in the captivating streets of Bucharest, where every corner holds secrets, every alley whispers untold tales, and every character is a puzzle waiting to be solved.