Lord Of Eternal Night Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Cheh! Only now do you want to know about me?” Hades’s glare deepened with a trembled fist. I ought to kill you if not because of the restraints put on me. “My name is Sir Bennett Lionel Illumi, the leader of the great soldier. Nice to meet you.” A uselessly long name. “Likewise. My name is Hades; The Lord of the Underworld, The Father of the Night, and The Father of Darkness.” “Oh Father of the Night, I beseech you to have a duel with me, the lowly great soldier.”

Her body was stiffened and petrified of the fact that they were alone. She knew only a tiny fraction about his identity. The King had told her that he was the strongest Night Hallow, their Lord. A nocturne being who isn’t afraid to challenge the Sun’s power. He was a deity that was immortal and unparalleled. Chaol Dremurr the XII, the twelfth reincarnation of the Moon Child. A being who lived for eons. An enemy of the Sun. “I wonder why I am so drawn to you, Asty.” he spoke softly. “It is because we are the exact opposites?”

He was no longer just a child; he was the Living Bond. As they reached the dais, Kael was waiting. He wasn't sitting on the throne. He was standing on the floor below it. The High Priestess stepped forward, holding a crown of ancient silver, shaped like interlocking lunar phases. "For five centuries, the Nightfang has walked in the shadow of the earth," the Priestess proclaimed, her voice echoing through the silence. "We sought strength in the iron of the mountains and the blood of the hunt. But tonight, we remember our true Mother."

And at the bottom, underlined three times, a name that made my stomach drop. The Eternal Order. "That is the organization the mole mentioned," Ethan said. "The one that has operatives in every kingdom." "It is worse than that." I pointed to a note scrawled in the margin in Elara's handwriting. "She writes here that the Eternal Order is not just an organization. It is a cult. They believe the Moon Goddess bloodline is an abomination that will bring about the end of the world. They have been hunting carriers for over a thousand years." "How many of them are there?" Asher asked.

Even if she wasn't the true heir, as a princess of the coven, she had to receive the family's blessing after her first birthday. I followed the crowd to the family's sacred chamber, a vast stone room carved with the likenesses of Valkyrie ancestors. At the central altar, Elder Viktor held a glittering necklace. It was the coven's greatest treasure, the "Tear of Night," a massive black diamond cradled by a silver chain, radiating a dark power. "Today, we witness the Blood Moon Christening of the princess, Aria," Viktor's voice echoed through the chamber. "And we also bless the lady Liliana, who will soon be our queen."

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

She had the vision on the fourth night. It came during the seeing-state unbidden, the way the important ones always were and it showed her the grey expanse between realms, and a woman with white hair and laughter in her bones, and a name that she felt rather than heard: Vael. And then the vision showed her another name, larger and older and terrible enough that even filtered through the seeing-state it felt like standing too close to something that could unmake her and the name was the Warlord Eternal, and he was looking in her direction. She came out of the vision on a sharp exhale, her hands pressed flat against the cold floor, her heart slamming.