Hush Hush Saga Novels & Stories

Harewyn, Blythe and Zuaine, showcased their combat skills without using much magic to conserve their energies in case one member of their squads needed reinforcement. The Wicilicians were singing their death song. They were far from them. Every Shadow who could hear their voice the head would explode. Everyone didn’t expect the damage would be this heavy. If this continued, they would run out of mana. The king’s squad slowly motioned on the pentagram. Still, they couldn’t move the Queen. Esdras continued to target Branigan. The young prince still tried to unbind Rieska. Deep inside, Airoh knew that everything was a fool’s hope because they had entered a death trap. Unless they couldn’t defea

A rose fragrance wafted to her nose as she rubbed it across her mouth. When she was done with the poppers, he nudged her to stand and led her toward a square outline embedded within the tall shrubs at the front. She followed behind quietly and jumped over the channel drain. It wasn't until she watched him push the hedge and heard the creaks that she realized what he was going to do. Clover drew in a sharp breath. It was a hidden exit. Neither linking to the main entrance nor giving any hints to anyone about their disappearance. "Wait!" Clover paused her steps. "What about your special guest appearance?"

“You know how I hate it when you don’t wipe your shoes on the mat.” Not that Michael heard the mother’s tantrum over the ringing in his ears, a chime that gave way to rumbling, like that of an oncoming vehicle, one not too dissimilar to the bus that brought them to this innocuous two-story house in the middle of the Hunter Valley, the bus that homed the dead and flies. The rumbling was a kind of truth, a confirmation of cause and effect. Although it faded, its realities remained. Sarah was dead. The eyes of the shotgun slid into his vision with nightmarish slowness. Beyond the smoking tunnels issued the voice of the man with his finger on the trigger. “Look what you did, boy.”

Even though Lucianna was contradicting me only mildly now, perhaps because there was the fact that I was a goddess, the distaste for me was still there. “Listen, here’s the plan,” ******** The silence in the Crooked Forest made it more eerie. It was very strange. We were not encountering any monsters even though we are already passed the green zone. The air was also heavier. The fog was getting thicker. Suddenly blood trickled down my face. “What was that?!” Johann frantically looked around. There was no one. But there was a low slashing sound in the air. It was d=faint but I was sure there was something.

“He has to believe you’re dead, child. I know you don’t understand. You’re a very special girl, but no one can know that.” Mrs. Havisfield finishes carving the name Sasha on the flat rock and stands, wiping her hands on her dress. “You’re Sarah now. Sasha is dead, all right? She is dead, and you are free.” They turn, and Sarah drops the necklace in the grass. The vision fades slowly, turning dark and fragmented, but Sarah’s screams echo through my ears. I feel her pain like it’s my own. I hear a cackling, child's laugh. I hear metal gears turning and can taste a whisper of magic in the air, filling my mouth with something metallic.

Sush hadn’t realized what she was doing to Hazel yet, and thought that Hazel was in one of her psychotic acts, so the Chief Octopus looked past her deputy’s state and continued speaking, “Concocting zahar? Sabotaging our borders’ defenses that we work so hard to make impenetrable? Wiping out the archers while killing the handful of chameleons and octopuses - our friends? The depth of shit you created for us gives me every reason to kill you in the slowest possible way. But since I’m not doing that yet, why don’t you cherish the remnants of your luck in being kept alive and SHUT THE HELL UP!” Hazel’s lungs gratefully accepted air at the words “being kept alive”, and although she struggled in

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: ONE ROOM LEFT The storm was raging outside the hotel. The rain hammered against the tall glass windows of the lobby as Sophia clutched her suitcase, water dripping from her coat. Her flight had been cancelled, the roads were flooded, and every hotel in the city was fully booked. Except this one had one room left. “The honeymoon suite,” the receptionist said apologetically. “It’s the only one we have. I’m so sorry, but with the storm…”

The sounds of the forest, the rustling leaves, and distant wolf howls, form a lullaby for the baby. Meagia humming “Hush now, my little one. The night is our protector, and the stars will watch over us.” As Luna begins to doze off, Meagia leans down and presses a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead. The bond between them is unbreakable, a connection forged in love and the ancient power that runs through their veins.

someone else added with a sigh. The bystanders kept whispering and gossiping, fueling the chaos in the hallway. Just when I thought things could not get worse, a voice cut through the noise and silenced everyone.

Suspicion lingered in her eyes as she began pulling the books out of the paper bag one by one. "Are you serious about this?" Jessica asked. She didn’t want to believe it, but knowing Sandra, she wouldn’t waste her time making up a story especially if it involved someone she didn’t even know. Jessica took a sign pen and opened the first page of one of the books to sign it. But just as she was about to put her name down, she noticed the initials J.H. written at the bottom of the page. Sandra, who had been watching closely, noticed it too.