Horcruxes Novels & Stories

“There are a couple of Vampires that have the keys. Not all of them. A woman with dirty blonde hair and giant boobs and a tall, thin man with slicked-back black hair. I know both of them have keys.” “Do you know what it is they’re doing to keep you from getting out?” “They’re using the same substance that Holland and that quack doctor of hers used to hold Guardians back in the day when they were trying to turn them into humans and kill them. I have no idea what it is, though.” “Great,” Cadon muttered. He didn’t even know what she was talking about. It had to have been something from before he was born. “Do you think Heather can break through it?” he asked.

"aurora boralis thou great aurora, my spirit recides in a world of rest, i am a cut through history, finding the secret of immortality is my goal. Aurora bolaris undying spirit shall awake , Osíris shall be my Helper." Just as professor Snapes stopped the incantation to ask the students which word they noticed appearing most Gao yu started muttering some words. "heather, heather i am a branch of aurora, my body is the vessel of the undead i am a secret that is left to be solved," Gao yu start muttering as the pupils in his eyes started to slowly disappear.

This also revealed what they had been created for, because since they had the same DNA as he did, the exchange of energy between them seemed possible after all. Aurelia watched the killing, felt everything strengthened by her wire to Dante, was drawn straight into the vortex of horror. She was still trying to reach the core of her counterpart, begging him to fight back against Orcus' influence and stop the massacre. Meanwhile, raw panic had broken out among the future victims, and their shouts and screams settled over the ghastly scene.

Aurora’s P.O.V Lucas's voice rose in a low, guttural chant, each word curling in the air like tendrils of dark energy, wrapping themselves around the room. Then Harmona joined him, her voice softer but no less potent. She lifted the colander high, and the thick crimson liquid sloshed within it, reflecting the dim light with an ominous sheen. The sight of my own blood swirling in that vessel sent a fresh wave of dread rolling through me, but the real horror was the sun—partially eclipsed, casting long, eerie shadows that flickered along the walls like ghosts waiting to pounce.

But something was off. I found them staring not at me but behind me. I slowly turned back to find two familiar blue eyes staring at me, sucking my soul out of my body. Mr....Richard....Solomon...! What the hell...!!! Crab...! What did I just do...! *************

At this point, do you want to know what is happening to your precious New Order? Every single one of them is dead, and gone from this world, except one man; Hale. I have some very sweet plans for him and I know it will be very entertaining. I would have let you watch it but, well, you do not have such a long lifespan anymore. Did you guys think I got to my position by being weak? Or did you all think I was dumb? You thought your poison could kill me? How is that even possible? If I could have the antidote to help your drug addiction, wouldn't I have the antidote to whatever poison the New Order could make? Do you know how many men follow me around on a daily basis, but yet are invisible?

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

they won't be able to survive much longer or go any further as long as we are alive. "Glaze" is what we call ourselves. A big clan that will take down all the evil witches all over the place. We have the headquarters, the weapons, and the skilled and trained troops. For witches who perform dark rituals, we're always on the lookout for them. Take up arms to get the world out of the endless black hole.

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 battle was about to begin. From the shadows, they emerged – creatures born of nightmare, twisted parodies of nature itself. They were grotesque, their bodies a horrifying fusion of flesh and shadow, their movements jerky and unnatural. Some were vaguely humanoid, their limbs elongated and twisted, their skin a sickly, pallid green. Others were more monstrous, hulking behemoths with razor-sharp claws and teeth that dripped with a viscous, black ichor. They were the remnants of the ancient entity’s corruption, its failed creations, driven by a mindless rage and a thirst for destruction.