Horcrux Novels & Stories

He cut himself off, turning away as if the weight of the truth was too much to bear. Ava’s heart twisted. She could feel it—his pain, his guilt. “Hayden, talk to me. What are you hiding?” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly wrestling with something deep inside. “The furies... they aren’t just after you.” His voice was barely a whisper, thick with pain. “They’ve been torturing me ever since I let you return to the real world. They want my power, Ava. They want to take control of the Underworld.”

"It's where the well of nightmares of the territory of Wrath is. Humans who fall into this territory are tortured for all eternity, in the worst ways and in the bloodiest ways possible.” I leaned my hands on the bed, projecting my throne forward. The sweater I wore was the only untouched piece I found inside the dusty closets of that room. A strange fabric that fell tight on the body like silk, shiny, which seemed to be woven with water threads. Vraxlon observed the movement, clearly attentive to the way my body was easily modeled on that tight fabric. "I believe I need to have a less oppressive conversation with Tennebris. "And when he nodded, lowering the sword to the side of the body, I c

“What’s happening-- “ I saw Auntie Lily come out of the house; he grabbed Relyon and Kervi’s hands. She looked at me and I could see the fear in her eyes as she stared at me. I looked again at the branch that was stuck in my arm. I touched it and removed it, closing my eyes in pain. Uncle Robert approached me and immediately covered my wound with a cloth. A lot of blood was dripping there. I got up, and we entered the house. Uncle Robert treated my wound and wrapped it in a bandage. Uncle Robert is Auntie Emily’s husband. I’m here in my room again, I can’t stop staring at my arm. I slowly touched my arm, and I squeezed it, but I didn’t even feel any pain. It’s weird? Why can’t I feel the pai

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

“Leave? Are you freaking kidding me? You could never simply just leave Rowena. You are like a hound that could never stop chasing after more power. You are incapable of leaving Rowena. Mother died ensuring these stones never get into your hands. So if you want your precious stone, sweet auntie, you'll have to get it right after I'm dead,” An evil smile appeared on her lips. “You didn't let me finish. Give me the stone and contrary to what you might think, I'll leave or risk dying here with no one to save your precious perfect world and everyone you love in it while this darkness and the world goes up in flames,” With a glint of pure evil, her hand reached inside her cloak and she fished out

Xyris asked, “The Hymenoptera community has long ceased to be the same Hymenoptera community from a hundred years ago. Your lineage was the last of the Hymenoptera community from the mainland. “How exactly can a Kodoku practitioner who can use the Dark Corpse Spell exist in Northern Rafinesque in this era?” Xanthus explained, “Those people are from the Dark Occult. The man who used the Dark Corpse Spell just now is called Black Scorpius, one of the five Dark Occult Guardians.”

I guess they probably wear some look of pity or sadness, one I was grateful I didn't have to see, so I just carry on. "I wasn't born this way, and it's not something I'm getting used to. My eyesight changed a couple of months ago due to an... unfortunate incident, and there's nothing to be done about it. The only thing I can see clearly is Lucian, and that's when we touch. I know now it has to do with us being mates and him being magical, but yeah, he's the only one I can see clearly and the only one I can touch. When other people touch me, I don't react well. It feels uncomfortable, to put it lightly, and I react in different ways, but it's always bad. Hives, panic attacks, or vomiting, lik

“What does it work for?” Warner paused for a second and then looked at me. “This is the remedy for the deadliest poison—Soul-rot. It damages not only the body but also breaks the spiritual connection between the human and the beast. There is also a trace of nightshade and cyanide mixed in his body.” My breath caught. “Whoever wanted to kill him wanted to give him the worst death possible,” I whispered, staring at the unconscious Lycan. Just then a golden crescent-shaped moon mark flickered across his forehead.

The Oracle drifted closer, their faceless head tilting as they examined the necrotic black veins pulsing against my pale skin. "She swallowed the grave," the Oracle murmured, the golden light around them dimming, just slightly, as if even they felt sorrow. "The darkness has already threaded itself into her Luna core. I cannot just burn it away… because it would burn her soul too. She has to purge it herself, in the Crucible of Mirrors." "What is that?" Jace demanded, analytical brain already sprinting ahead of the rest of us.