Horcrux Novels & Stories

It clicked open, just as she knew it would. What she saw next took her by surprise to such a degree that she felt let down by her own third eye. The Heart of Magic stood encased in a glass protectorate in the middle of the room, but it was difficult to see it as, in front of the treasure, a large form rose from the ground to block her view. A black and red dragon--in chains.

And as each vampire drank, she recited a chant for the potions effect to be activated, "Sorvex vampyri, veneficus draconis , Zarathrax nocturnum, umbra potentis" As she did this, each vampire wore a mark on their forehead, a symbol rather, using a trace of the potion to do it which reinforced the potion's connection to them and could be used as their new brand. The leader of the vampire, loved the idea of that. The change was good.

Then abruptly a savage backlash knocked us all to the trampled earth. Deafening silence engulfed us. All still moved and breathed, but some dark curse drained them of will or motion. Through the battlefield haze I glimpsed the source by his standard's stark silhouette. Fox stood wreathed in swirling umbra drawn from soldiers both living and dead. The necromantic vortex visibly leeched their waning life forces into the monster wearing familiar flesh. He had become fully the abomination ever lurking beneath his affable guise. This ultimate desecration could not be borne!

Erik rebated Croaker, looking at Professor McGonagall and starting to explain. "As I was saying, Horcruxes are soul anchors. Phylacteries. They were documented by a fool named Herpo. I say documented because the use of the items predate his works. He documented how to tear a piece of your own soul and how to bind it to an artifact, transforming it into a Horcrux. After the piece of soul is bound, the item becomes indestructible by normal means, and while the item exists, the main soul is bound to our plane. The Horcrux can also possess the item's user and suck his life force. If the life force is

It was cold—frigid, even—and it was slowly but steadily freezing her heart and other vital organs. In his mind, Danial searched the vast repository of knowledge from his inheritance and found the explanation: Miss Kirk possessed a rare condition known as the Frostborn Physique. This was no ordinary affliction—it was a unique and powerful physique that caused the body to continuously generate frost energy whenever she cultivated. The Frostborn Physique grew stronger with each cultivation session, making it increasingly difficult to control and maintain the frost energy. Left unchecked, this energy could potentially freeze her from the inside out, a slow and painful process that could ultimate

she says, maintaining the smile on her face. “How can he activate the Crisient?” one of the three souls asks, with an intense look on his face, though his appearance becomes more transparent by the second. They had been here for a long time, they had to wait because Hecate put a magical field around the room, sealing herself inside as she performed a ritual that took about thirty minutes. They had no choice but to patiently stand outside as their time kept running. “He doesn’t activate the Crisient, he cannot, even if he uses all his energy. The Crisient is a magical force of death that hones the potential of its wielder and establishes its power based on the depth of his essence,” she says,

Using his power, he crushed all the blades and arrows hiding in the forest in just one snap, then looked at the direction of the fifth mountain. Sabrina's POV I sighed in relief when I saw Alex and Azrael. Because of that, I'm excited to fight the beasts. In front of me is a two headed huge spider. This beast is Orthrus. According to the book, Orthrus web shrouds can make living things paralyze and worst get you killed once you are trapped inside because that white thing is poisonous. But I know its weakness so it won't take long to defeat this beast.

At the top of the pyramid, something glowed with a faint, ghostly white light. "The Ghost Orchid Mother," the Executor said. "Botanical name: Orchis Anima. It is not a flower you find in a florist shop. It is a parasitic organism that feeds on high-density bio-energy. It is rumored to produce a nectar that can stabilize genetic mutations." "The cure?" Jack asked, his heart skipping a beat. "A component," the Executor corrected. "The Orchid's nectar can act as a cooling agent for your arm. It will stop the Curse from eating your nervous system for... let's say, six months. And it is the base ingredient for Catherine’s serum."

She coos, almost turning me into an emotional wreck. For the first time in my life, I'm grateful to Deskar that she's handling all of this well. "Thaloria, what was that?" Asad repeats. "It was a fucking Cruxcrow. He just has some extra twists and tricks, thanks to some stupid Netherlords. And he's not intangible, no. He's anything but that." Not to mention, far stronger than other Tophet-bound creatures put together. Did Darius send him after me?

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.