Osrs Dark Essence Block Novels & Stories

Reuel whispered, his hot breath hitting her face and neck before he returned to his seat. "It's nice meeting you, Elise," Azael added once his brother had taken his seat and Elise felt her chest tighten. There was something dark and deep in his tone, an evil promise that she couldn't comprehend. It felt as if she had entered a dangerous place with no way of escape and what creeped her out was her intuitions were never wrong.

Rodin and Varick follow henceforth on their mission even with Varick lacking behind his mentor. A few moments pass before Rodin reaches the end of the metal breadcrumbs and enters a campsite. The scene is horrifying; the once teal grass is now red with blood, and body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh are scattered across the forest grounds. The air pulses like a breathing animal which in return forces the four tents that make up the circumference of the site to wobble in place. The insignia on the dark green tinted shelters are covered in blood but still the black sun ripples with the draft. The fire pit in the middle smolders a black fainted smoke, but on top of the fire is a handful of st

While it was manageable for ordinary people to enter, immortals entering would disrupt the balance of aura essence in the Exile Realm. Immortals' constant demands placed the greatest strain on this world. Celestial veins outside the great world had a unique ability: they could generate aura essence endlessly, without form, and were inexhaustible. Under the nurturing influence of celestial veins, nearby celestial mines, known as associated celestial mines, could also produce essence stones essential for immortal life.

“Fine.” She reaches her hands out in front of her, dark matter blacker than the darkest black releasing from her hands and swallowing both Azadou and Jartre in a ball of darkness. I feel the fissures' resistance against me lessen as Merlos holds her position, the darkness emanating from her hands continuing to keep the two immortal enemies contained. Morrtemis slowly gets to her feet, pushing past the pain as she looks from the ball of black mass to Merlos with wide eyes. “Did you just do what I think you just did?”

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

As he was with the witches, one more thing that he realized about his mate was that she was not just an elf but an Oscura elf. The darkest and most evil of them. One amazing thing about Oscura elves is their blood. Just 5 drops could enhance the powers of any creature no matter how weak, strong, or whatever kind it was. The power boos also lasted for months and every single creature in the past died trying to get their blood. In the quest for powers, the Oscura elves were the centerpiece. This discovery hurt him more than he could express, as it only meant anticipation of more pain, and fear of his mate. However, he had vowed to protect her with his life.

That's why no cores of darkness ability has been harvested even once so there's no way he can consumed one. So the fact that he have darkness ability after being reborn is mystery.

Rendering him momentarily blind. Darkous blinked rapidly, absorbing the strange liquid into his mechanical white eyes as he repeated his animalistic snarl, forcing himself not to attack the king of hell. His control over the soulless creature within his began to fail, launching the psychopathic lord into action and he violently shoved the creature back, creating an unseen blockade within his conscious mind.

The voice from the darkness was a hook in my soul, reeling us forward into the chill. We stepped through the false wall, our single flashlight beam cutting a pathetic swath through the profound black. It fell upon bones. Not neatly stacked, but piled, heaped, a jumbled sea of femurs, skulls, and rib cages that filled a cavernous space from the slimy floor to the shadowed vault of the ceiling decades above. The Ossuary. The collective remains of centuries of Blackwood pack, their final energy a silent, heavy blanket that smothered the air and muted the magic in my blood to a faint, dying whisper.

And now the darkness wasn’t as scary as it was before. “She’s right. The coldness that was contained within initially has disappeared,” Duke Essandor engulfed his hand in his element, Earth, and swept it through the dark energy surrounding him before saying this. The dark aura was pushed away slightly before returning to where it was. With his meagre strength this shouldn’t have been possible at all. The dark energy should have swallowed his element, just like it did when he tried to resist it the first time.