Godblight Novelas e Histórias

With a fierce roar, Othniel bit through his tongue and sprayed blood across his cavalry saber. Instantly, the blade turned blood-red, transforming into what looked like a demonic weapon. Knox shouted in alarm, "Watch out! That's the Highland Tribe's Blood-Forging Art. It amplifies combat power." Othniel's face twisted grotesquely. "Take this!" A crimson lightning bolt suddenly descended from the sky, striking his blade. Othniel's entire body shook as he rose into the air, looking like a God of Thunder, wielding red lightning.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

She lay there, coughing up black bile, her red eyes dimming. ​The Escape: The Shadow’s Retreat ​Thorne scrambled to his feet, his grey robes smoking. He looked at the triplets—Leo, standing over the shards of the blade; Maya, her gold light finally breaking through the Elders' dampening; and Ren, the violet god of the Void. ​"This isn't over," Thorne wheezed, clutching a hidden transmitter. "The Silverpack is already divided. The seed of the Blight is in the water, in the soil... in your very bones."

The massive, brilliant blood moon—glowing a deep, ominous crimson—appeared in the night sky, casting a dark red light down through the open ice ceiling of the cavern. Gabriel raised his arms toward the crimson moon, his voice booming through the icy cavern like dark thunder. "Ancestors of the Darkmoon! Hear my call! Accept this blood offering and open the gates of power!" Healer Vance raised the golden chalice, preparing to pour the dark blood onto the stone altar. "NOW!" I shouted. A pillar of brilliant purple starlight erupted from my hands, shooting across the cavern like a blinding laser beam! The magic beam slammed straight into Healer Vance's hands, shattering the golden chalice into a

Christos stood by the table and waved Amaris and Lyle over to him. Lyle finally moved from the spot that he had been rooted the entire time. He placed his glass down next to Christos' and walked over to stand next to Amaris across the table from Christos. "This first tapestry depicts the foretelling of you being born. It reads... The daughter of the shadow rulers shall be begotten on the night of the brightest moon and shall be born on the same. A descendent of the gods, it will not be known to her what she is, but she will have many wishes for the lycan. With a power unknown to her she will lead them all together into one." Christos paused there to let what he had just read

Lightning jumped down on to it. I held my hands out for my swords. They zipped back to me. Lord Quillion drove his sword straight down. I crossed my swords again. The lightning jumped down them again, but this time I was ready. I ate the energy. I opened myself to the burst of power that shot down through them. The sudden charge swirled with my pink god power. I waited until the bolt was finished before I crafted it and molded it inside me.

Gloria’s eyes widened in panic. “Shit! He’s haemorrhaging internally! Increase the healing output — now!” she shouted, voice breaking. Her teammates obeyed instantly, their energies intertwining in a web of radiant light that poured into his body. Danial could feel his strength fading. His half-open eyes began to close again, darkness creeping in. Outside, the sky remained thick with tribulation clouds — but instead of dispersing, the dark masses began to churn once more. Lightning crackled ominously, deep rumbles shaking the heavens.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

The light from the relic blazed, a beacon of raw power that tore through the battlefield. Gabriel's forces recoiled, their monstrous forms disintegrating in the face of the overwhelming energy. Screams of agony and shock filled the air as the shockwave pushed them back, scattering them like leaves in a storm. Gabriel himself was forced to retreat, his furious roar echoing through the chaos. As the light began to fade, I felt the weight of the relic's power draining me. My legs trembled, and my vision blurred. The ground seemed to spin beneath me, and I struggled to stay upright.

She jumped back and I heard Clarice exclaim in pride before moving on to the next pair. Leah was limping, still recovering from the blow I'd laid on her weaker leg, slowing down her attempts to dodge my blows. I took advantage of this and started coming at her stronger and faster, laying low blows into her side, staying close to the ground. Leah's fists connected with my back and ribs as I wrapped my arms around her torso, ready to take her down. She planted her feet as I pushed, giving way with just enough time to send me barrelling head first into the mat, my eyes lifting to meet an amused Beta Gideon standing there, watching the whole scene.