Novel & Cerita Melkor

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

"His name shocked Eryndor 'How has the tree come to know my name?' As he was still regaining his consciousness, Eryndor blurted out: 'Who's there?" Youngling's young greenish leaves trembled, releasing a faint and smothe rustle, as Elderwood's gentle voice enveloped her. 'Eryndor will save me, won't he?' she whispered, her delicate petals unfolding like tiny hands clasped in prayers. A tender shoot of hope sprouted within her, its tender tip reaching for the warmth of promise. Her roots deepened, clinging to the earth, as if unwilling to let go. "May I live long!"

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

“You won’t lose me. Because I’ve already been there, Steve. I’ve already seen the abyss. And I chose you.” For a moment, neither spoke. Marcus shifted uncomfortably a few feet away. Weaver broke the silence with a sigh. “There is one witch. Her name is Morven. She lives in the Vale of Thorns. She was once a Seer of great renown, until she began harvesting memories from others to extend her life.” “Sounds delightful,” Marcus said dryly. “She’s powerful,” Weaver said. “And unstable. But if anyone knows how to sever a tether to the darkness… it’s her.”

Lena smirked as we approached each other. “I’m fine,” I replied. “It hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park.” “I didn’t expect it to,” she replied. “You guys got something?” “Not something enough to work with,” I replied. “But it’s something we can use. Elora said our guy’s name is Morgeaus. The one that runs the show.” “Never heard of the name,” she replied, then pressed a thumb on my forehead. “I need to establish a mindlink with you, and keep you from being detected. Watching you from the mirror is quite stressful.”

Becking with his hand, a group of elves stepped forward and bowed before the man. The elf-lord of the Silvan Elves was just about to give them orders concerning the arrangement for Luna's friends when he sensed a familiar presence grace his throne room. "Aragorn, I did it!"

ALVA The vein in Lilika’s temple throbbed as Nikolas introduced me. The look of absolute repulse she sent my way made me shudder but it was a much pleasant experience to the mental daggers that Nikolas's fianceé kept throwing at me. I was a fool to think the theater of disgrace would end there . Nikolas suddenly turned me in the direction of Aphrodite's and began. "Alva, This is Doria."

“Hold it? This isn’t a fortress—it’s a tomb.” “Then we make it theirs,” Mireya said coolly. A dark figure appeared at the treeline, his silhouette unmistakable—tall, broad, his cloak dragging through the frost. Behind him, an army of wolves in half-shifted form fanned out across the ridge. Eryndor. He stepped forward with measured calm, his amber eyes glowing faintly under the silver sky. “Kaelen,” he called, his voice carrying easily through the still air. “Still standing, I see. How stubborn.”

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.