Novel & Cerita Lazarus Supernatural

Even though he had rejected her as soon as the mate bond surfaced on her 18th birthday, his unique smell of peppermint tea and cedarwood still made her blood sing and pulse race. Annalise sharply reminded herself that he didn’t want her as a mate and started to descend the other side of the rock mountain, scrambling and falling, causing cuts on her arms and legs. It didn’t slow her down too much, Cyan used her fast healing to help ease that were spreading through her entire body. Losing her balance again, she tumbled to the bottom with a thump. Glancing back at the top with fear in her eyes, she shakily got to her feet and made a run for it.

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.

" the room appeared to shake at the sound of his voice at the same time, the room grew colder. "God, Lord of all creation! Deliver this servant I humbly pray" The creature was now croaking gibberish. Suddenly, Father Lazarus felt a little uneasy on his chest. He turned away wearily with his back to the creature and waited for the brewing pain to cease. With lowered head, he held his hands in a fist and again closed his eyes. His hands began to tremble and fell blindly into a rage at the increasing pain. He lay crumpled on the floor dead.

"When he saw the girl dancing, 'What was my life for when the girl I love will repeatedly die?' he asked himself." "But I thought they were angels. Why the hell would they die?" Ellaine asked, confused. "They were just an angel. Lucifer will always be Lucifer. A very powerful demon." My brows crossed. I wasn't into religious or spiritual things but something about the story was making me curious. "But God is more powerful than him, right?" Claire said. Sister Clarity smiled. "Right," she simply answered. "What happened to him when the girl died?" Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next.

Trembling, the woman reached out to cradle her newborn, whose cries pierced the air, mingling with the tense atmosphere. Footsteps echoed ominously, drawing closer to the room. The door flung open, revealing Lucifer himself. Towering at fifty feet, he bore ten horns upon his seven heads, each adorned with a blasphemous diadem. His likeness was a grotesque amalgamation: leopard-like skin, bear-like feet, and a mouth reminiscent of a lion, its fanged maw stretched wide in a grin that revealed teeth sweeping the floor. A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her.

Denver is the one in charge of informing us peasants that the King will arrive, and Denver made it his mission to traumatize us and he got it right when a female fainted when the news came and the idiot laughed. I took the Lucifer's trap, also known as an elevator, to my work floor and went to my desk. I wasn't stressed since my work was up to date and my group was sorted. I took out my laptop and set it up before I went to check up on my group and also friends. "Zara!" I turned to see Sweet coming from behind me. "Where have you been?"

I could use any information that I get now so I would do anything including hurting my ego and every fucking thing that I believe in. "I am not certain about this but from what I gathered, she's gifted in some kind of way. And if she is used for the sacrifice that Antonio plans to use her for, he would be immortal and would be in full control of the entire supernatural community. And that's more reason why he needs to be stopped before things get out of hand." The old man stared at me for along while as he finished speaking and without voicing it out, I knew this was my moment to make a decision. A decision that would change the supernatural community forever either in good or bad.

As soon as Teresa left the room, I reached over for the burner phone and my little recorder that had already been prepped. He fumbled the phone from his pocket and answered on the third ring, and I hit play. His eyes widened, and he started looking around the room as if afraid. I removed the recorder and spoke to him for the first time. "This is Gabriel, Sofia's son. You don't have long to live. In the next few minutes, you will lose the ability to speak, your limbs will atrophy, and your airwave will be blocked."

Balthier said gravely, "Promise me you'll stay calm after I tell you everything." "If you're kidding ... You really deserve an Oscar for your acting!" I chirped, but my eyes were a little tense waiting for the words to come out of Balthier's mouth. "You know? A Lycan can live for thousands of years, beasts and demons with powers beyond human reason. A Lycan has an Erasthai, or a life partner who will be with him throughout his life. A companion who will become the same devil. I ... am a Lycan, Balthier De Ville ... Blaze, your lover is my brother and also a Lycan ... And you Laila is the Erasthai of Blaze which means you will become a devil just like us. "

He spoke in a hesitant tone. "What happened to him," I questioned unexpectedly, my gaze fixed on his. Instead of making an apologetic face. He burst out laughing and exclaimed, "I annihilated his soul. Isn't it true that I'm amazing? I can touch objects and destroy someone else's soul. I want to be able to touch you someday." He then gave me a cold chill as he looked at me with his demonic-possessed eyes. As I inadvertently released my thoughts, a sound snapped within my mind,