Horcrux Novels & Stories

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

After a long day we cuddled up on the sofa in front of the fire. The next few days we spent online shopping choosing Christas gifts for his family members. I took all the guidance I could from Nick as I didn’t know some of them and others, I didn’t know that well. One by one as they arrived, I wrapped them up and put them all under the tree. It made it very easy to hide Nick’s present in with them. I had ordered him a crystal decanter and matching glasses with a bottle of his favourite scotch whiskey. I also ordered him some small silly little gifts; one was an infinity symbol with our names engraved and in the middle was the date we met. I came home one day to get more gifts that had arrive

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

With her last ounce of strength, she placed her bloodied hand on his chest. “You will suffer,” she hissed, her voice trembling with power. “You, and all who carry your blood. They will feel my pain through gruesome deaths and never live past 40.” A dark energy surged from her hand, wrapping around Corvis like a suffocating shroud. He screamed, clutching at his chest as the curse took hold. Xoria’s body went limp, her head falling back as her life slipped away. The mirror swirled once more, its surface darkening until the image disappeared entirely. The room fell silent, the only sound my ragged breathing as I processed what I’d just witnessed.

His voice, when it came, was heavy with centuries. “We are the Horax. A sacred body of hunters gifted with the binding power of celestial magic. Guardians of the realm. Destroyers of corrupted gods.” Aeron’s posture stiffened, the name tugging at the farthest corners of memory. “Why are you here? Why now?” “Because if you are to understand what is coming,” the Horax leader said, “then we must first tell you what came before.” He lifted a gloved hand, and the runes on his wrist flared to life. Mist gathered at his feet, swirling up into shapes, images—memories frozen in time.

her room, and we agreed to meet up later once she took some rest. "It's Bella, right?" Gabriel asked me as we walked towards his room. I just nodded a yes. "Is it short for Isabella?" No, my name is Bellatrix," I answered. "Wow, that's a beautiful name. Your name is from the Latin word meaning Female Warrior." What is this guy, a braniac or walking encyclopedia? I had no clue about the meaning behind my name. I just knew that my grams had named me. "Thanks for the compliment, but honestly, I never took the time to look up the meaning of the name my grams chose for me," I told him shyly. "We're here, I hope this room meets your satisfaction. Give me a shout if there is anything you need," I

"We've been together for seven years. I remember coming home late one night and finding her asleep on the couch. When she woke up, her hair was a mess. She yawned as she rubbed her eyes and told me she made me soup to sober up. "That look really killed the mood, and I lost my appetite for the hangover soup she made. I suddenly realized that I don't love her anymore. She used to be my goddess, the girl I pursued for two whole years. "But now, that goddess had turned into an ordinary woman who didn't bother to care about herself anymore. But we've been together for seven years. We were classmates. Our lives are too tangled up. Breaking up isn't easy. God, what a nightmare."

"Thorne’s strategy is more dangerous than you realize. He is not just rallying warriors—he is manipulating them, binding them with magic, with fear. He has taken their mates, their families, using them as leverage. The warriors in his army are not fighting by choice. They are fighting because they have no other option." I swallowed hard. We had suspected something like this, but to hear it confirmed… it was worse than I thought. "He is working with witches," she continued, her voice laced with anger. "Dark magic binds some of the strongest wolves to his will, making them nothing more than weapons. They will not hesitate, they will not stop—not unless the spell is broken." I clenched my fists

Faint chanting sounds echoed through the air, creating an eerie atmosphere. With this attack landing while the Mountain Mover and Lumen continued their assault, cracks finally appeared on the cocoon. "Damn it!" Felix kept up his relentless attacks. He was really giving everything he had, and he felt his soul energy rapidly dropping. He had gone all-in, holding nothing back. Suddenly, as the cracks on the cocoon multiplied, it finally shattered with a strange noise that made the soul tremble. At that moment, Felix saw what was inside—Koros' body was half black and half red, which looked extremely bizarre.