Novel & Cerita Fantasia Obscura

Battered, emotionally destroyed, but free. +++++++ The Obsidian Palace rose before us like something from a nightmare made beautiful. It defied geometry, towers that existed in multiple dimensions, walls that were simultaneously there and not there, crystalline structures that hurt to look at directly. Fae guards in armor that seemed made of starlight surrounded us immediately, their weapons humming with ancient magic. They marched us through corridors that twisted impossibly, up stairs that led down, through doors that opened into rooms we'd already passed. My head spun trying to track our route.

“The Unspeakable One. He Who Shall Not Be Named. Also known as Assautuu, Yastur, H’aztre, or Kazum. Mythical deity said to reside in far off Carcosa, along Lake Hyades. Often associated with gods of pagan and child sacrifice.” takes us to his court near Lake Hyades, in far off Carcosa under black stars Carcosa Father Ward typed ‘Carcosa.’ Again, the first link went to a Wikipedia page. He scanned the first few paragraphs, which detailed Carcosa as a fictional lost city written by several 18th century speculative writers. He was skimming the page, ready to dismiss the entry as irrelevant until his eyes snagged on a bit of verse: The shadows lengthen/In Carcosa. He stopped scrolling and read t

Graceful columns, crafted by enchatresses specially hired by the queen, rise elegantly, their intricate patterns and details seeming alive under the subtle influence of magic. Beyond the columns, mystical creatures like unicorns and fairies roam, floating and moving through the space, leaving behind an ethereal trail of light and enchantment. At the center of the hall, a massive magical waterfall cascades gently, showcasing fish in impossible, vibrant colors that shimmer as though forged from pure magical energy. The extravagance of the setting blends with a refined subtlety, and for a moment, my gaze lingers, admiring the meticulous work that has come to life before my eyes.

Redirecting my obsidian fog for the Calypso Alpha, I swirl the black mist around Blaise, blocking out all his surroundings. Helene is busy trying to counter his spellcaster, but my own vindictive fury eggs me on, pulling ghosts and monsters straight out of Blaise’s nightmares and manifesting them in the black veil surrounding him. I can hear his cruel laughter fade to a nervous grunt, and then his howl pulls all the attention in the room.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

It blurred the luxurious impression of the romance-carrier lights. The more Qeiza threw her sights, the more she felt goosebumps. She didn’t know why in the recording of her retina the blurred light dominated by yellow color looked frightening. It reminded her to the fantasy movies of the blood suckers. “Why are you keeping silent? Still angry?” Dae Hyun tried to break down the cold serenity with a teasing question. Qeiza was still faithful with her hush. She just glanced a second at Dae Hyun then turned her face away. She couldn’t dismiss her shyness that swallowed her self-confident yet in order to behave normally towards Dae Hyun.

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

The room was filled with eerie silence, broken only by Vanessa’s rhythmic chanting. As the chanting continued, Luciana’s expression shifted from confusion to curiosity. She stood still, allowing the mist to wrap around her like a cocoon. The purplish smoke began to dance with vibrant colours, blending and intertwining. The air crackled with a surge of energy, and I could feel a tingling sensation on my skin. It was as if the room itself was alive, pulsating with the power of Vanessa’s incantation. I watched in awe as the mist slowly dissipated, revealing the woman behind Luciana’s face.

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

*Flash forward* I tried to ignore the blood that trailed the length of my arms. Noah's hands exploring each inch of my body carelessly, his lips attacking the tender skin of my neck as I bit back the bile that forced its way up my throat. My eyes had taken a permanent position of being tightly shut, all he had to do was open his eyes to see the disgust that lay upon my face and his little fantasy would be ruined. I couldn't let that happen.