Leluhur Hitam Noir Romane & Geschichten

There is no chance for any lotus of love to bloom. I am cursed with evilness, the way my mind works is evidence of that. There is nothing good in me. I like when people fear me, I like when I hear screams, I like when I turn my enemies into dust. That's me! How can I be a good person when Leonardo's dirty blood is running in my veins. Of course I have his evilness in me. The scream died down when I finally ended the misery of the men who tried to kill Marona.

Alex listened carefully, and when Leo had finished explaining all his findings, Alex nodded and asked Leo, "So you think there's a group of vampires involved in these murders?" Leo nodded, "Yes, it seems so. But I'm not sure if it's an ancient vampire clan or a rival vampire clan." "Just for your information, Alex, the majority of the vampires in this town are from my clan, the Rival Vampire Clan. And it's not that I'm trying to defend my clan - you know yourself that I often disagree with them, right? It's just that this time I feel that the perpetrators of crimes is not from my clan. Despite their ruthlessness and recklessness, the Rival Vampire Clan is a clan that keeps its word. And the

Isolde, scanning the runes, mused, "This one radiates anger. So, to counter it, we'll need..." "Calm," Liora finished for her, closing her eyes and murmuring a spell of serenity. The rune reacted, shimmering and then fading. Elysia darted forward, pointing at a rune pulsing with a haunting blue hue. "This one... It's sorrow." Niamh stepped forward, her voice filled with determination. "Then we combat it with joy." Conjuring a series of light orbs that danced and twinkled, she directed them toward the sorrowful rune, which reacted by glowing warmly and dissipating.

His chest constricted painfully as he whispered into the empty room, “She’s just a human orphan. Where could she possibly disappear to?” The words echoed back at him, hollow and haunting. He sank to the floor, resting his back against the bed. His hair was a tangled mess, his eyes bloodshot. A half-empty bottle of alcohol rolled to the side as he pressed his palms against his face. The great Alpha Adrian Blackwood sat broken on the floor, drowning in fear and guilt. Meanwhile, far away in the Lycan palace, Leila had been carried into a grand chamber, her body weak and pale. She was very sick, her breaths shallow. Healers rushed in and out, preparing herbs and remedies.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

He’s the complete opposite of Beelzebub and Leviathan. Lev has purple hair flowing down his slender back—he struts almost completely naked if not for the skimpy loin cloth in his crotch, unabashed, and unashamed of his nudity. Two black horns adorn his head, curling outwards and thorny but it isn’t as large as Beelzebub’s—the demon’s horns are huge.

The colour a deep maroon with black and it made her look like pure gothic beauty. The corset was lined in heavy black matte satin, interfaced and has steel boning...a dark red two-tone faux silk base with heavy black laces over. Small dark red rhinestones are glued around the bodice, and also a few on the overskirt, a few red stars scattered throughout. Her dark hair let loose in bouncy curls which looked almost perfect with the outfit. Also, the dark maroon lips made her look like a goth. He drove to the destination where she saw the place was Las Ventas...the ruedo which is also called the arena was all empty but round and empty place was pretty.