Lorelei Barthomeloi Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

“You–” She was Immortal Venerable Balman's favorite disciple, yet she had just suffered a beating from a lady from the demon clan. How would she face society in the future? For a while, Lorelle was extremely annoyed. She wanted to release her emotions, but she held back after she sensed the terrifying aura from Colori Phoenix and White Tiger King, who were next to her. Lorelle realized that she was outnumbered. She would be asking for a death wish if she tried to fight the demons.

At the entrance of the main hall, James slowly walked in with Lesia, Yianni, Harper, and Morgott. Unlike the others, both Morgott and Lesia wore black bamboo hats. One was Frona Soremsia, the leader of the Nine Caeloros Gods of Nothingness. The other was the terrifying Morgott, who had once slaughtered countless gods. Lesia hid her true face to avoid Lord Goyo, and Morgott concealed his to prevent causing a major uproar before the battle even began. Though neither of them was happy about this, they complied because James had personally arranged it.

Not a metaphor. Not a storm. A tear in the very threads of the world. From it stepped Liora. But not the one I knew. This version wore gold and violet armor etched with sigils of old gods. Her hair was braided with strands of starlight. She held a sword I’d only ever seen in cursed prophecy books. Soulforged. Unbreakable. Meant only for the hand that betrayed heaven. “Step aside,” she said, voice like the echo of a bell tolling the end of time.

Belarie's smile was mischievous, "Can't stop a girl from dreaming." They turned another corner and Annie stopped cold. A girl was chained to the wall. She looked young and skinny, not more than twenty with bright angry eyes. Eloise—the young seer Elder Isaiah had patronised and had been using to find Annie earlier on. “That’s her!” Eloise shouted. “The vessel!” Annie hurried forward. “Who is that?” Belarie sighed, like this was a minor annoyance. "Eloise. A seer with a big mouth. "Hello, Eloise," Belarie said pleasantly. "How are we feeling today?"

Barbie Lewelyn, Lucian Liu, Zabdiel Lewelyn, Clive Travis, and Jared Dale were hailed as the new Knights of Bellatrix. "I know it's late. But this is how I wanted to honor her," Queen Elisa told them in a hushed voice. Barbie regained her strength two months after and it was enough for Zephrain to make some sentiments with the Krystalline Palace. Zephrain was standing right in the middle of the vast graveyard, the horizon looming ahead and the Mountain Ranges surrounded him, as if looking over on what he had been gazing at for many times in a day... everyday.

The dagger landed between Madeline clasped hands, The air changed slightly as the temperature changed slightly. As Madeline got up from the ground, her hair and eyes changing. Her scythe appearing in her hands, she didn't look as friendly as she was before. "Meara. Feamer...healer of the high elves, Barron ex lover..." Meara blushed when she heard Madeline's last words, they was a long time ago. "You all here are reeking of blood, especially you Damien....unknown species."

(Author's POV) Lilith sat on the cold floor with her back resting against the iron bars of her cell. She had cried until no more tears seemed willing to come. Her swollen eyes stared blankly at the opposite wall, yet she wasn't truly seeing it. All she saw... Was Oliver. His smile. His gentle eyes. The way he always called her name as though it was the most beautiful word he'd ever spoken. A sad sob escaped her lips. Her trembling fingers slowly found their way to her stomach.

Camila stood on the balcony staring out into the cloudless sky, they were going home and there wasn’t any part of her that wanted to leave and go back home. She wanted to live her life swimming with the dolphins and climbing mountains but Roman had work, he had to get back to. Her suggestion that they relocated didn’t really get any approval so there she was staring with a sour face hoping that Roman would change his mind. She heard his footsteps coming towards her and his perfume filled her nose as he leaned against the railing staring into the sky too.

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.