Malevolent Shrine Background Novels & Stories

The sacred images on the windows and doors all seemed to stare at me, freaking me out as they blinked consistently, even the statue of the crucified Christian Messiah was also blinking at me. " You killed us", little Malia said, standing beside the altar, " all of us", I turned to behold a multitude of children and teenagers, all having Malia's face, enraged and slowly approaching me, " all of us!" the sacred images said, their voices louder, sounding ghostly as they submerged from the windows and the doors, maintaining their two-dimensional structure as they all took on the face of little Malia, joining the barricade in approaching.

It bathed the entire sky in a reddish light that danced as if out of flames; the sky hosting a dance of lights and shadows from mystical worlds. There was a battle between the day that would not go away and the night that was ready to beautify the entire land with its wonders. The last glimmer of the sun struggled in vain to stay in the blackened sky, but slowly faded into the distance, giving way to the mysterious moon that silently rested in the sky, mirroring its beauty into the dark sea. It was accompanied by the little shining jewels that enriched the sky with their glitter, resembling little marbles of ice.

“There’s a party tonight! You should come. It’s a party for us outsiders so no awkward stares. No guys being creepier than usual.” “No uncalled-for hatefulness?” Zira finished for her. Aubrey laughed. “Exactly.” They made it to the bottom of the stair and headed toward the elevator. When it opened Zira pulled her book kart out. “Hey, do you know anything about these?’ she held up the pages of book requests she wasn’t able to find. Aubrey took them and looked over them for a few seconds. “You shouldn’t have gotten these. They’re all in the restricted section.” Zira frowned. None of the titles seemed like they should be restricted. They were all about politics, wolf pack hierarchy, and lunar p

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

He seemed to be quite a powerful clergyman, so Litha left quickly and wished Zen luck. When Litha finally left, Zen decided to get serious. Along the way to the shrine, he noticed many contaminated areas. To work safely, he needed to purify those areas first. Tracing his steps from earlier, Zen kept an eye on his in-game map. The shrine was already marked on his map after he discovered it. However, the zone around it seemed problematic. Apart from the poison spreading, there were also signs of plague and minor miasma in the area. The source was coming from the river but Zen needed more time to locate the origin of the contamination. He did not believe the Lamia Queen was responsible for all

Eleand smiled in silence. Rieska never failed to amaze him. He was so proud of his one and only queen. She was eloquently savage. Eleand cleared his throat and joined the conversation. “The Shadows are lurking in the mortal world as well. The humans are powerless against them.” “Some muhlerian evil aristocrats are in the mortal world. They’re controlling their leaders. That is why there are never-ending wars.” Rieska let out an exasperated sigh.

They instantly backed down and let me pass. “Then let me come with you at least.” A young guard offered. He looked well built and I didn’t have time to waste so I allowed him to come with. I for one didn’t know where I was going, but it seems like Scar knew. I could feel negative energy resurfacing and that’s why I needed my mate. Ara knows how to keep all horrible and negative energy from my head and heart. She helped me with my shutdown phases, and she reunited me with my long lost cousin who happens to be her best friend. Arabelle is the best thing that ever happened to me and if Jace does something to her, the gods help me.

Sorry, I thought it was all garbage. Shirley replied instantly. [Old hag, what kind of nonsense are you spewing? Those were premium proteins and organic ingredients! If you're that ignorant, then you should just keep your mouth shut! You ruined our family's food supply for an entire month. Pay me one thousand immediately or I'm not letting this go!] She really had gone insane over money. I replied. [I see you really are broke enough to start treating trash like treasure, and now you're using the homeowners' group chat like it's a wishing well.]

The forest opens into a clearing, the stars shimmering silver along the path, and I pray this time it will be different. The wind grows colder as we delve deeper into the woods. Leaves rustle overhead, carrying wisps of smoke from the burning palace. The air is thick with ash and sorrow. I can still see the faint orange glow far behind us, lingering like the dying eyes of a creature that won't close. Martha stays silent, her arms clasped tight around me, each breath trembling against my back. I sense her heartbeat—steady yet strained—as she carefully leads the horse across a narrow stone bridge; the stream beneath glimmers like liquid glass.

Julian asked after a while, voice low. I did. And I wished I didn’t. "I remember the blood moon," I murmured. "I remember the warnings." "And yet we’re back." Cassian’s tone was dry, though not unkind. "That must mean we’re either brave or incredibly foolish." "Both," Julian muttered. We pressed on. *** The shrine revealed itself slowly—not as a structure, but as a presence. The forest grew older here, older than anything I had known. Moss-clad stones rose from the earth like teeth, carved with runes that pulsed faintly as we passed.