Horcruxes List Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

His gaze, which reflected suffering and pity, pursued him until he stood at the front, and Lucifer began to speak. "Good afternoon, my dear prodigies. He is Jonah, and this other head is his sister, Alma," said Lucifer, while holding Alma's sleeping face. Everyone looked at Jonah in amazement; they had never seen someone with two heads. It was something new to them. It made them very curious. "Hey, why does your other head look dead?" Asked the Worm Man in a rough voice, who initially crawled into the tent. "It's not dead, it's asleep," replied Jonah in an almost inaudible voice. Although Alma had never spoken, nor given strong signs of life, Jonah preferred to believe that she was only asle

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Chapter Four. AINA (Werewolf Realm) May 1st 2026. It wasn't just a headache. It was a full scale invasion of my skull. It was a jagged, pulsing agony that felt like someone was trying to pry my brain apart with a rusted screwdriver. I groaned, attempting to bolt upright, but my cousin whirled into a sickening kaleidoscope of grey and black. I collapsed back onto the furs, a pathetic sound escaping my throat.

She wasn’t alone. Someone stood behind her. Only a silhouette. Hooded. Unreadable. They handed her a sealed relic core, an old Thornveil construct, humming with containment magic. She slotted it into a vault behind my head as I lay on the table, too weak to move. Too broken to scream. Then she said it. “He’s not theirs anymore.” My body jerked. The ruin’s sigils pulsed like a heartbeat under my palms. He’s not theirs anymore. Not theirs. Not Interregnum. Not Umbraen. Not Shadowmire, Draxmere, or Thornveil.

Because it was too large. It had too many dead bodies inside it. Too much smoke. Too much broken barrier. Too many names that would hurt him before they made sense. Elaine. Nyra. Tobias Viremont. Lucian. Edenwood. Vandwood. Calista. Beverly. Prima betrayal. Dragon kings. Wraiths. Extinction. All of it pressed against my chest at once, and for a second, I did not know where to begin.

The appearance of the "Lyra-Horde" turned the "Unmapped" North into a landscape of terminal identity crisis. These were the "Deleted Ends"—the versions of Lyra Thorne who had died in the forest, the versions who had married the vampire king, the versions who had been "Purified" by the Council. Each one carried a different "Ache," a different "Scent," and a different "Sovereign" frequency. They stood in the center of the keep, their obsidian blades creating a rhythmic, metallic hum that drowned out the sound of the wind.

"For now, forget about Lucien. Our issues are more serious. However, you already know what to do if you locate him. He responded with a nod and hurried to follow the instructions. Before leaving the battle room, I glanced at Ronan, who was lying on the ground. Chaos had started by the time I got to the outside yard. The breeze was toxic. It smelled of something much deeper and more horrible, along with the metallic smell of blood. In an attempt to seal the breach, patrol captains were yelling commands and marching in frenetic lines. There was a crack in the gates. It seemed to be a gateway. They arrived before I could comprehend what was going on. Black-cloaked, hooded people surged out of t

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Bianca said, earning a heated glare from the other vampire. “It’s Latin for balance,” Dorin snapped at Bianca, then turned to Lily. “It’s an organization composed of all the intelligent supernatural species of the world: vampires, lycanthropes, demons, nymphs, fairies, mere folk, so on and even some human representation as well. They make sure humans stay mostly in the dark of our existence and that a relative peace exists between the species. No one can hunt the other out of existence and that sort of thing,” Dorin explained.