Novel & Cerita Horde Prime Fanart

“We’re not alone.” A tension settled over the group, hands drifting toward weapons. Then, as if answering her words, the wind shifted, and shadows peeled away from the walls. Figures emerged—tall, hooded, their eyes gleaming with unnatural light. The Shadebound. Elior’s grip tightened on the Veilblade. “You again.” The one at the center stepped forward, their voice smooth as silk yet weighted with something ancient. “We warned you of the cost, Harbinger. And still, you come.”

Neriah POV I left Heritage Mall with the warrior. He bought a sampler box of fudge. There were six different kinds. I stuck it in my bag. I don’t want to have to share it with Jemisha. By share, I mean she will take it, and Father and Regina will encourage it. Ambrose kept texting me, saying that the livestream for Jemisha is dramatic and over the top. I told him to keep watching because I got her a gift. It will put her in a corner and allow me to start exposing my father and Regina in front of an audience.

The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior. Elias explained to Lily: “Only purebred ancient werewolves have the power to absorb nature to form their own power. There are many different breeds of purebred wolves, each of which will also absorb nature differently. Amity is a wolf that absorbs the light reflected from the moon and the sun.” "And you?" Lily turned to Elias and asked. Elias smirked and replied, "You guessed it." "I can bear it." "That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?"

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.

“Good. I’m in the mood to disappoint someone.” The enemy burst from the mist like a swarm of nightmares. The Umbra horde came screaming out of the woods—black-armored and fast, half casting hexflame from their open palms, others hurling spears carved from bones. Some rode beasts stitched from shadow and fur, snarling with too many eyes. The rest came on foot, teeth filed into fangs, their eyes glowing with the mark of Arion. Xavier raised his voice. “FORM!” Shields locked. Blades drawn. The Phoenix Guard didn’t waver.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I had figured that demons were more isolated creatures and it only made me more curious about them. The room was massive in a rectangular shape to fit the table and filled with numerous paintings and art, all different depictions of the underworld. Some had gore and torture painted, another one appeared to be of Adam and Eve and the serpent that convinced them to eat the forbidden fruit, the largest of the paintings was on the longest wall of the room and it looked to be of a war. Men with iron swords and shields clanging against each other and lightning bolts striking numerous fighters, the sight gave me goosebumps as I realized I was looking at a painting of Zeus and his brothers.

By now I had moved far enough around for the moon to illuminate his face. He wore a heavy black cape, its hood pulled up over his face. His body was clad in black leather and metal chest plate. Heavy boots on his feet. At his waist dangled a sword, easily bigger than me in length. His skin was a deep tan, his eyes two burning orbs of Amber. He watched me with a steady gaze, never blinking. He looked like he had just stepped out of the crusades, a warrior that belonged to a different time completely. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in. He was beautiful in his own way.