Marble Hornets Book Novels & Stories

I roar in pain as the harpoons pierce through my thick scales hitting my back and wings. "Ellie!" He calls to me, but I barely hear him due to a ringing in my ears. My back and wings burn with pain, my head begins spinning as my vision goes blurry and the world around me becomes unfocused. Those harpoons must have been dipped in dragons bane. I start to lose strength and gravity begins to pull me back to the earth. I land roughly in the clearing, causing the harpoons to dig deeper into my body. I am consumed in a smoldering pain from the poison now running through my veins. I cannot tell for how long I have been lying on the ground as I fade in and out of consciousness.

"This is a bit about how it all started. I try skimming down the page, trying to decipher Mark's crows feet writing, making a face. "Or I can save your eyes from bleeding and just tell you". He says grinning, taking the book back. "You can say it started with a woman named Margaret Murray. She was a British anthropologue and egyptologue who studied some court documents from the inquisition". Mark sits up more straight, looking in his book. "Oh here it is. In 1921 she published a book called 'The witch cult in western Europe', were she claimed to have found a fertility God from before christianity hidden behind the accused witches confessions of devil worshipping. She called him 'The horned o

My ears flattened against my head instinctively. Kyle seemed to sense my confusion. He knelt down slowly, keeping his movements deliberate and non-threatening. "Your wolf," he explained. "She's... stunning. Marble pattern red, black, grey and small patches with these incredible green eyes." That’s when I heard two other voices, no, no, no, it was the other two Williams brothers. My hackles raised immediately, every instinct I'd just discovered screaming at me to run. The sound of Asher and Caspian's voices carried through the trees, getting closer with each passing second.

She was starving! The inn was quaint with yellow papering on the walls, blue glass lamps in the corners along with a huge bookshelf on one end filled with an assortment of books and writings. There were round tables spread throughout and a staircase leading up to the rooms beside the bar. Rose loved the reading chairs in the corners by the bookshelf the most.... she may spend a night or two snuggled up with a book in one of those huge chairs. A kindly man stood behind the bar and introduced himself as Mr. McGrath the innkeeper. He had been expecting us and had two rooms prepared and a staff room for our driver. Sean’s room would be connected to Rose’s by a door that locks on one side....

The ground split as something rose from the rock, a figure larger than any shadow before, its body a fusion of bone and rusted metal, eyes burning with the same crimson light that had pulsed in the ruins. Vame’s voice was grim. “A Hollowed One.” The creature lunged. Elior and Bram moved first, their weapons meeting the monster’s shifting body. But steel did nothing. The Hollowed One’s form bent and reformed, its burning gaze fixed on Rael. He felt it inside his mind. The Hollow Crown knows you. Rael stumbled back. The book in his hands burned, the words shifting wildly. He barely understood what he was reading, but when he spoke them aloud, the creature screamed.

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

“If they wanted us to be that way, it'll be wickedness. Besides, the more angry one can become, the stronger physically they are for the duration the anger lasts. They just don't want us to show signs of weakness.” “I think I understand better now. Lest you are run over by another clan that has an Alpha that looks stronger, yeah?” “That is it exactly.” The both of them walked down the corridor, only coming in contact with two other students. ‘Citadel K’ was imprinted on the door in a bright colour intended to catch the attention of everyone that steps into it before they did. “What's so special about this classroom?” Harold asked. “It should be placed downstairs like the others.”

She’s My Fire Book 2 of the Harmony Moon Series Prolog *** NINETEEN YEARS AGO *** Harper watched as the dragon elders worked to extract their prince out of the terminal stone. It has been a few months now, but they are finally close. That poor child. He has been stuck in that stone for centuries. The elders couldn’t just crack the stone open. They were afraid that it may harm the child.

Inside was a small, black opal stone, its surface shimmering with dark, iridescent colors like petroleum in the light. I couldn’t help but gasp as a soft, glowing horn pulsated as a mark cut deep into the surface. I took it out, held it in my palm, feeling the heat radiating from it. The horn was like a beating heart, warm to the touch, and I marveled at how it hadn’t burned through the fabric of the clutch. It felt alive, and its dark, malevolent power coursed through me like electricity. Tethys’s eyes widened with disbelief, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of fear in his gaze.

suggested Maria, not shocked to hear a fast reply from Mai, followed by a shy response from Julian. Elsewhere in the cave, Akihito sat on top of a boulder, bored eyes watching Richard battle against a {Knight: Iron Horn Beetle}. Watching as his friend summoned forth a thousand beautiful red rose petals, the black-haired boy briefly closed his eyes and let out a yawn. Only to open them to the sight of a defeated Iron Horn Beetle, and Richard once again reverted to his gloom-like state.