Quest Novels & Stories

******** Third Person He quietly opened the door of her room and walked inside, approaching her bed. The moonlight was filtering through the glass window and shining across her beautiful form. He looked down at her. Her hair sprawled across the pillows as she was sleeping so peacefully. He bent down and brushed off her hair from her face, revealing her angel-like face. His eyes fell to her lips, which were slightly parted, making him itch to kiss her.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant. - Cande cineres Maiorum meorum, qui laesi mortui sunt, surge et fac angelum dubitare. fac Angelum nuntiare avunculo iter per hebdomadam morari. (Latin translation - White ashes of my ancestors, who died wronged, rise and make Angel doubt. Make Angel tell his uncle to delay the trip for a week.) The ashes slowly turn into steam, which rises and passes under the door. Traveling the distance between the rooms, it enters under the door, where Angel rests from the new attempt on his life.

He didn't speak for a long beat. "Better?" she asked, smoothing the silk. Sion stood up, buttoning his jacket. He walked over to her, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a ring box—velvet, heavy, and definitely not a prop. He opened it to reveal a diamond so large it looked like a weapon.

“Tell me something, Heaven… Why is Heaven calling hell this late at night?” Dr Sinclair Zayden! Fuck! How was I supposed to face him on Monday after this?

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."

“I know this sounds weird, but… any chance you guys can keep it quick? Snappy? My mom’s coming over tonight. I don’t want her walking in on anything.” At the mention of Mrs. Morales, Hurst’s cock jumped… harder, thicker inside me. He pulled out completely. The sudden emptiness made me whimper again. Hurst tucked himself back into his sweats, voice even. “I’ll think about it.” Damian nodded, satisfied, and disappeared back down the hall. I turned back to Hurst immediately after, desperation clear in my voice. “What the fuck are you doing? Why'd you stop?” I breathed. His eyes were black, pupils blown.

My life was just going great. First that stalker and now a delusional man thinking I will marry him. I cried as much as I could. And I even know that my parents or brother cannot do anything because Phoenix is powerful. Very powerful. There was a soft knock on my door. I didn't say anything. I heard the door open and that person entered my room. "Cherry, sorry, we just came to know and trust me if we had another option, we would have opted for that"

The fluorescent light flickered on, dimly lighting the room. The Wandering Stranger stood in the centre of the room, clutching his knife, the red of the blood-spattered funerary robe seeming to glow brightly, as his eyeless stare fixed upon Josephine. The Wandering Stranger stood motionless, almost as if he was levitating lightly above the ground. “Who are you?” Josephine asked, stepping forward. The figure stood in silence, as a strange fear gripped Josephine’s insides. She reached her hand forward, grabbing the white mask in her hand, reaching her fingers into the eye sockets and pulling it from his face swiftly.

Once I got to the room, I held the knob and pushed it open. "Who leaves their motel room unlocked? It's not safe," I muttered, sneaking inside, looking for the flower vase she spoke about. Once I spotted it in the not-so-dark room, I hurried over to the vase to get the phone. But as soon as I reached behind the vase to get it... "Wait... Where is it?" I was confused. There's nothing back here, and this is the only flower vase in the room. The only one close to the ONLY closet in this room!