Mal Rotten To The Core Novels & Stories

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

Switching on the side lamp he turned to me. " Nothing " I mumbled " Then in this middle of night why you are not sleeping ? " He asked while rubbing his eyes " I can't sleep I am getting nauseated " I replied genuinely " At this midnight ? But why?" He looked at me all confused " Because of you, I can't sleep because of you. I am feeling nauseated because your smell. You smell like a rotten apple Siddarth" wow Nivi wow, now receive what ever he is giving.

Cassandra said firmly, getting the hang of what he managed to do now. “You saw his eye color? When it shone crimson, his skin hardened, it became untouchable. But, when it was golden, he could breathe smoke but his skin would be weak enough to cut.” Tristan said from behind, telling them why they were unable to hurt it before. “So we have to distract it until it becomes golden and then strike again?” Persephone asked. “Yes.” “I also noticed a core. It was visible for a second, to finish it off we have to rupture it.” Ahlum added another crucial point about it or else without it, they could never defeat it.

"Are you... are you okay?" "I feel heavy," Leo said. He swayed. Damian caught him. I reached them, panting. "He disintegrated him," I gasped. "Damian, he just turned a man into fuel." "I saw," Damian said. His face was pale. "The Core," Wulfric called from the terrace. "Look at the Core!" We looked. The crack in the sphere... it was wider. And the light pouring out wasn't just blue anymore. It was tinged with red.

He was naked. Three hulking shadows loomed over him, their faces indistinct in the dim light of the room. Not Serena’s hired men, he realized with a jolt of terror, but the Thorne brothers. Their eyes, once keen and intelligent, were now glazed, pupils dilated, a primal hunger burning in their depths. They moved with a predatory slowness, their powerful bodies radiating an intense, dangerous heat.

"I just locked them in a cold room without any clothes and anytime soon their heart will stop functioning just like the movie Titanic too bad they don't have their Jack." "Root in hell you henchman of Satan!" She let out a bark of laughter from what I said. "You will root in hell with me, Carol. We will die together this night," She said and pulled my hair "Where the hell is Sierra? When will that bitch arrive? Should I video call her and show her the situation of her Mom?" She asked before setting my hair free "Hm... Great! What a nice idea I have in my mind unlike you, Carolina. You're still the stupid girl in college, who satisfies the subject teacher to save her grades. When will you evo

“That is only a theory, it’s never been proven. How did you even hear about that?” “It’s not a theory, it’s a fact. The original women who sacrificed themselves to power The Core after the plague filled it with love and hope. That’s what caused it to work so well back then. But now with the newer women being sacrificed it’s not the same. They all have fear, hatred, malice, contempt, a number of different negative emotions filling The Core. The love and hope that was first held is now mixed with the negative emotions turning it into regret. It wont be long until it will no longer function. Even if a new Core was built it will still be fed with negative emotions and it will never work.” Rae wa

“Mor-Morgott! Morgott is being resurrected! How dare you, James Caden—” Before Corey could finish, an overwhelming pressure washed over him. It trapped Corey right where he stood. The pressure was so immense that Corey could hardly breathe. “Corey Damien, you made me do this,” James’ voice reverberated through the space, “It’s time I end this and send you to the afterlife.” The malevolent energy around James shifted and transformed into a blast of purplish-red sword energy. It shot through the air, heading in Coreyʼs direction.

It had taken much more than a new coat of paint and new front door. He had completely gutted the place and practically built it new from the floor up. Then all the business that he had gotten had come from the morbid horror chasers and those who are obsessed with true crime. He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood.

(Zombie Lord) Listless growl comes out from the zombie lord as I twist my sword and decapitate it's head and cut opened it's body from it's waist up to it's neck. "That is one large cores…owh, it's been awhile since I saw this thing..there's 2 of them..". Embed inside the chest was the Zombie Lord green cores and 2 deep blue crystal shards. Name: Zombie Lord Cores Rank: S (Threat Level 4) Type: Undead Elemental Size: 20cm (Oval) Description: The Cores of a 5000 Years old Zombie Lord who governs the 3rd Floor of Dwertur Catacombs(Dungeon)