روايات وقصص ضمن Maidens Of The Cave A Novel

“Marisa is responsible for the missing records. Her Guard Raul delivered them.” Damian’s jaw tightened in fury. —————— High in the mist shrouded mountains, there was a cave, pulsing with unnatural energy. The interior glowed with eerie and violet lights. On the walls were charms, twisted bones and feathers, alongside carved stones. In the center was a massive orb of dark mist swirling with violent motion. A woman entered the cave. She moved like a liquid shadow, robes of white flowing as though caught in an eternal breeze. Her hood covered her face entirely, save for her lips covered in deep glossy black. In her hand a twisted black staff hummed with dark energy.

She had taken a forbidden elixir; remembering or not no longer mattered in terms of risk. As they entered the cave, the air immediately turned dank and cold. Years of abandonment had left the space dusty and overgrown with moss. The torchlight from Raven’s hand illuminated every corner, a small straw bed in one corner, a simple wooden shelf by the wall, and a table littered with clay bowls and weathered wooden utensils. Dried remnants of old herbs still clung to the surface.

I grabbed his hand before he could step away, “If it’ll get rid of the marks the Mages left on me, isn’t it worth a shot?” “The Chasm is an ancient prison for monsters older than this earth. For creatures that are truly immortal. Going down there is—is—” “Your only option.” Ismene finished for him. “It is the only way to undo what the Blood Mages have done to her. In fact, I do believe it’s time for your mates to join us. They’ve caused enough ruckus in my library.” She waved her hand, and the walls began to tremble, sending thick tremors down to the ground we stood upon. Part of the stone began to break away, tumbling to the floor. Within seconds a large tunnel had formed, one full of thick

Exotic fish is bursting colours seemed to beckon us deeper toward a narrow opening hidden in the rock wall. I pushed through first. The tunnel was not as tight, Uncle and the twins would have no problem diving in here. When we finally broke the surface, we weren’t in the lake anymore. We were inside a cavern. The walls were encrusted with raw moonstones, their iridescent surfaces giving off a soft light. At the center of the cave stood an altar of solid, polished moonstone. Resting upon it was an old, thick Book.It vibrated with a silvery, blinding energy that made the hair on my arms stand up.

Two hundred Alphas watch, Caiden on his knees, the High Priestess pale, the dead witch’s body still smoking. I look up. The mountain waits. I step inside, and darkness swallows me whole. The gate slams shut, cutting Draven’s roar off, and the boy is gone. I’m alone. Then I hear her breathing, wet and slow like river water. “You killed my youngest,” the voice says, coming from the walls, the floor, inside my teeth. A torch flares. The cave is huge, walls carved with names, thousands scratched out except one. A woman sits on a throne of bones. No chains, no guards. Her hair is white, her skin is stone, her eyes gone, sewn shut with silver thread.

Fortunately, I had anticipated such a turn of events and had come prepared with additional wealth. As soon as the second gold coin descended into the cavity, the walls of the cave abruptly cracked open. I waited patiently as the door gradually revealed the coven beyond, and to my astonishment, it bore no resemblance to any other covens I had encountered before. With cautious steps, I ventured into the vault of the coven. To my utter astonishment, I beheld a woman cloaked in darkness standing before me, sporting three heads. Each head represented a distinct countenance. A woman with black hair, another with red, and the last with green. A frown creased my brow as I observed the woman with mul

Perhaps it wasn't bad to stay here for a while until Adam and that she-wolf left the woods. I went inside. The cave was cold, but it didn't bother me. There was water flowing calmly next to the rocks. As I went further, I saw light like an entrance. There was something more in this cage than what Shiva had told us before. I continued to discover until I saw falls. My eyes went wide as my mouth hung open. This was so far the best in this kingdom. Did they know they had a treasure here? This place was precious by itself, a hidden treasure in its own way.

he smiled. Anna scoffed at his prideful utterance, he always wanted to rub his money on her face at any given opportunity. The thought of going into that sacred cave scared her. What if it was haunted? She had watched too many movies to know that she might upset a demon that would haunt her all the way to New York City. As they walked into the Male Hill Caves, Annabel marveled at the images, her eyes tracing the lines of the figures painted by the hands of those who had long passed into history. "It's like stepping into the past," she whispered.

My mermaid's teeth clench and I can feel the sharp edges of them like little sharp daggers entombed in my mouth. "This is the Siren's Point Cave. It's where mermaids come to hide from pirates and humans. There are so many humans in boats now, sea maids can't be too careful. Which is why some of us chose to live on land for a time. We wanted to learn the ways of humans and discovered that werewolves and vampires are much worse than humans."

She was after answers, answers she is yet to find. ****** Snow coated the beds of the mountain floor making it hard to step upon. The wind howled loudly as she descended deeper into the valley where a small cave awaited her. Mariana crept slowly down into the dimly lit cave until she found the opening of a secret passage. Inside she was greeted by the glow of the Firebirds standing one on every eight pillars surrounding the cave and at the far end of the cave sat an old man, his long white hair hanging around his shoulders like the wings of a snowbird. He watched her with a calm look on his aged face. "I see you have come, Scarred witch," He snarled. "It's been too long since I've seen one o