Mlp Stygian Novels & Stories

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”

the girl in pigtails explained. "About three thousand people died in that town because of the sudden calamity. The military forces are trying to figure out their purpose for going that far as summoning a tidal wave, forcing the flow of nature against it's own. But we've heard...," she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire."

Still, while it didn't show outwardly, he was known for his treachery and was not to be trusted. After all, he bore the curse of lycanthropy from Zeus himself; a punishment meted out when Lycaon killed and served his own son as a meal for the gods. “Lilith, Lycaon,” Paoli greeted the Coven heads and bowed formally once they were situated before the dais. “Paoli, it's been a long time since you came before Us,” Lilith purred, using the plural form to represent the entire entity of the Coven.

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

They all raise their hands with calculated slowness. Then absolute silence falls between us as we hear the distinctive sound of heels descending the grand staircase. I don't need to look up to see who it is. "Santo," Elio calls in a husky voice, and I already know that I'm going to get beaten to a pulp later this evening. His gaze sweeps across the room and stops on the splinters of blood against the immaculate wall. Elio couldn't care less that I've killed someone in the house. In fact, he hasn't given a damn about anything since Lulu left. But if there's one thing he still cares about, it's his obsessive disorder.

can do to protect you, but I can't protect you from yourself." He told me, as he motioned for me to go through the now open door. When I walked in, I was enveloped in a familiar scent. I closed my eyes, as shadows from my past swirled into my mind's eye view. I could see a woman with long red hair and green eyes dressed in a magnificant gown, almost floating as she walked through the foyer. I could see children running and playing down the halls. I could see a tall man with dark hair and hazel eyes running after them, scooping them up in his arms. 'Were they my parents? Did I have siblings? Were these boys the same brothers I had in the mortal world?' I asked myself. "Nemesis! Nemesis! Are

DEX-10 ATK-390. STR-130 SPEED-41. AGI-41 MP-50. INT-10 [Skills: Swarm sense(Elite) Undying(Unique) Blood Drain(Elite)] [Horrid flying creature created from a cross between Cave Bat and Vampiric Mosquito. Its legs end in sharp pincers, and its long needle proboscis slashes the air as it seeks its next meal. Stirges are undying beings that feed on the blood of living creatures, attaching and draining them slowly. Stirges are controlled by an Undead Lich.]