Horcruxes Novels & Stories

Jack growled. “It’s ‘Corrupted Bloodline’!” Finch’s voice boomed through the channel, filled with terror. “The Council’s alchemy is flawed! It uses the host’s ‘anger’ and ‘humiliation’ as fuel! What Hayley did… she just… she poured nuclear fuel into the reactor! He’s going to go out of control!” In the banquet hall, the guests finally realized something was wrong. Vance let out a deafening roar as his body began to swell and contort. The sound of bones shattering and reforming was clearly audible; his skin tore like rags, revealing a black, carapace-like substance beneath.

He kissed my cheek, and I ran to tell mother everything about my day. Darkness fell over the dream, and I felt a dark pull. My heart rate quickened; my breath deepened. There was a dim light in the distance, so small I couldn’t gauge how far away it was. I walked and walked, and the light barely changed. I began to panic and felt like I was drowning. A box appeared around me and started filling with water. I couldn’t break the glass; the water was being pumped in through a pipe too big for me to block with anything. Then a light turned on, and in front of the box stood Claire, Lucas, and Dan. I began to lift with the rising water. It wasn’t long before the box was almost full, and I took my

What I truly wanted was to ascend to the Apex and be very powerful and respected. Lucan vanished after my cold rejection. Eryx and Corin left after him, followed by Dominic. Only High Chancellor Veylor was left. However, his mere presence was intoxicating. “You missed your first Crucible,” he said to me, in that dark, commanding voice and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. “What is a Crucible?” I asked curiously. “Crucibles are monthly duels, debates, rituals, and seductions that Blackcroft students use to rise in rank. Those who pass many Crucibles get chosen to join the Apex Initiates or serve as their loyal consorts.”

"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."

In her place: A woman with no mouth. Eyes made of swirling mirrors. Skin cracked with light. She screamed—but not with sound. With names. Every one of them. All their secrets. All their bloodlines. Returned to them. Like curses. The Vault ruptured. Two of the Veilworn burned instantly. Not from heat, but from memory overload. Their minds collapsed under the pressure of being remembered too hard. The third, a boy named Cyran, fled into the Veil and was unmade.

, Kavinsky replied and lay his back on the chair. "So, why are you so concerned about the new girl anyways?", Harry asked, folding his arms against his chest "I don't know, sincerely. I guess I just want to be friends with her? I mean, I saw her that night. Her eyes held so much pain as she looked up at the sky", Kavinsky replied and fell into his own thoughts as he remembered that night. The night he had seen her for the second time in his life. Her face was so innocent yet dull. Her eyes held so much pain in it that he wished he could take it away from her. He wished she wouldn't feel any pain anymore.

Insanity is visible in her eyes. Like a ghastly lady hugging herself in a corner of the room that is enough to fit ten families from the border. Morrigan seemed to be so small in her room, however, she could feel how the cloud of fear grows within her. Making the room feel like it was smaller than it was. Her dreams haunt her, the way Colfre remained motionless in the middle of the rubble and the aftermath of war. With him kneeling as if he was praying, with a dagger piercing his heart, and her beautiful hazel eyes void of emotion and life. A corpse left to be kneeling upright to the gods. The crows in her dreams are like vultures, watching the surroundings below them keenly, waiting for the

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

Once I sat engaged and waiting I heard a martyred, extrajudicial sentencing Death - tormentor of my dreams Deep into that darkness sanctioning 'Death!' said I, 'thing of demise.' I awoke and flung the grief My passion is the parched necrosis 'Death!' chuckled I, 'Yes Death!' ~~Theodora Twitty <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Scarlett

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.