Hallowed Fantasy Novels & Stories

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

Philip looked sideways at Fennel and asked, “Have you found out which sacred hall it is?” Fennel replied, “The people from the Hall of Evil, Vataco’s men.” “Hall of Evil?” Philip frowned with a slight chill in his eyes. Fennel nodded and sighed. Also with a slight chill in his eyes, he said, “The Hall of Evil, Hall of Death, and Hall of the Underworld are also known as the three dark halls of the 12 Sacred Halls of the West. They are the three most shameless, darkest, and most unruly of them all. The three halls are filled with death and crime. Within their jurisdiction, it’s basically a paradise for sin. For the Hall of Evil to make a move against you this time, I’m afraid that there are ot

Gabriel awoke with a start, gasping for breath. That was him, the man in the dream. Slowly he released his breath, and his hand touched the tattoo on his chest. He knew his name, he'd said it in the dream. Nick. He was tall and bright, happy, laughing his head off. He was also stark naked. Gabriel closed his eyes and conjured up the sight in his dream, this beautiful, golden man, muscles as he'd never imagined, and those muscles were going to be wrapped around him. He looked like a bloody rock star!

His presence wasn’t loud, yet no one dared speak while he stood. Dressed in rich royal blue, every inch of him screamed regality, right down to his shining leather shoes. He stood before his pact—his chosen allies—not a pack. Enigmas could not hold other Enigmas in a traditional pack. Instead, they formed Pacts: elite alliances of power forged through synchronized pheromones. A ritual of dominance and mutual respect, where two high-ranking Enigmas bind their aura to others, marking them with a bond deeper than blood.

Two more came running in from a side hallway, and she heard as a few more came running up from behind the doors. She ran straight towards the one up front without any hesitation. And although it reached out to grab her, one of her drones shot it with a full discharge of electricity. There was a loud CRACK as it struck the Hallowed, and completely fried its internal circuitry. The Hallowed was flung backwards with force, then fell to the ground, dead. Its limbs shook from the excess electricity that coursed through them. As she neared the stone steps, she noticed that two of them were running down each side. On top of that, three more were coming in from her right side, where some sort of amp

“Mother.” Hazel whispered, turning towards the altar where her mother's body lay shrouded in white cloth, a conduit between the living and the dead. “Hazel, wake up your mate,” her mother's voice urged through the whispers. Hazel acted swiftly, gripping Wyatt's hand in hers as she pleaded, “Wyatt, wake up.” Sybil's mocking voice cut through the tension, her enchantments swirling around them. Moonlight filtered through a halo above the altar, casting an eerie glow on the scene.

"And if you fall into a river?" Killian looked at Seraphina. She folded her arms. "I'll think about it." Kael nearly choked laughing. Morwen raised her staff. Ancient runes illuminated the courtyard. Golden light spread across the ground. A doorway slowly appeared—floating, shimmering, beautiful, and terrifying. Beyond it lay nothing, only endless white mist: the entrance to the Hollow Realm. Eryx inhaled deeply. "I hate this place." Caelan nodded. "I died here once."

Before he could respond, the hall went quiet. Not gradually. All at once. Next thing she knew. The Hallowed Hall was the kind of room that made you understand why certain spaces were built large not for capacity. Stone arches rose sixty feet overhead. and the modern lighting suspended within them managed the remarkable feat of feeling both cold and warm simultaneously. The floor was dark marble. The seating was arranged in a wide semicircle facing a raised dais at the front. and every seat was filled with vampire students to the left Nora had been cataloguing the room since she sat down.

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

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