Melkor Novels & Stories

His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him. “May I” he suddenly asked. Damn. I'm Freezing. This jerk, What does he mean?

God sent an angel or what? I give him a suspicious look. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly. I don’t even know him. How can he be so nice? It’s fishy nowadays. Erden shakes his head. “Certain.” I look around and breathe heavily. I don’t have any choice anyway. “Alright.” I breathe defeatedly. “See you later.” Eren waves a little at our car before we walk down the hill a little to reach that of Erden’s. He got an amazing black Porsche.

Iliya smiled wholeheartedly as she set her eyes on her father and greeted with a bow, with two knees on the ground. Lord Eradnel stood with a smile, though he was old enough to be weak, his strength was as fresh as youth. The Lords of the Elves were blessed with a partial immortality, but so less so that there would always be new Lords. "What a pleasant surprise. Stand, my daughter, Legolas Elanaoragorn rejoices today. Come!" She rushed Into his arms and he kept her in his warm, loving and comforting bossom. "I have missed you so much, father"

The other two elves left following Mother Lelyah’s command without uttering a word. “It is truly interesting. You must have disposed of that filthy creature the moment you encountered it and yet, you spoke to and even protected it. I do not think I will ever understand you.” “Please Mother, he does not mean any harm.” “Is that so?” Mother Lelyah starts walking towards me, looking as terrifying as ever. “Its sole existence is an insult to our land. Even so, it dirtied our sacred forest and took the life of two of Mother Jörð’s children. Do you think that is not doing us harm?”

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

he casually adds, raising my blood pressure again. “What the fuck Jartre?!” I screech, “Who is Merlos and what the fuck did she do?” “Merlos is the Goddess of the Abyss, more commonly known as the Goddess of Darkness and Shadow. She has the ability to see the darkness within all people and things and has a penchant for punishing those guilty of great betrayal. After reading Julie’s mind I knew she was deserving of Merlos’ wrath,” he calmly explains, though the tension in his jaw is very prominent, even through his beard.

It was a translucent figure that appeared to be of mixed heritage, clearly someone from a different era. He had black hair but eyes of a different color. This was the evil spirit from before, dead for so many years that the stench of decay hit everyone immediately. His face looked burned, with eyelids rolled upward. Judging from his clothes, his status was high during his lifetime. After all, back in those days, only the rich or powerful could afford a wristwatch. His name was Sauron Cathon. "You're the one who possessed my daughter!" Kelsier's eyes blazed with fury. "Where is she?"

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

“Walls between the living and the forgotten are thin.” “And something comes,” the faceless one added. “Something that should never have been born.” They all turned toward the black fire still burning on the far ridge. A shape had begun to form inside it. Towering. Horned. Its body was stitched together from shadows and bones, wearing the crown of a fallen king. Mira’s voice trembled. “The Devourer of Names.” “Elkorath,” Elara confirmed. “He’s here.” Kael cursed under his breath. “I thought he was just a myth.”

Until, The twelfth elder paused. His name was Torrek. A pureblood from the northern highlands. Fierce. Unforgiving. Loyal once to Elara. Now loyal to nothing. He did not approach the altar. Instead, he spoke. “Fire once saved us,” Torrek said. “But it also changed us.” He turned his gaze to Kael. “You swore you would never bend to prophecy again. And now you invoke an oath made for one queen… to serve another?” “She is not Elara,” Kael said.