Novel & Cerita Rhûn Middle-earth

A golden rune floated in Chase's palm, shimmering with radiant energy. The rune collided with the rusted blade, scattering dazzling sparks into the air. "What?!" the elder exclaimed, his pupils constricting. "Do you think a piece of worthless scrap metal can harm me? How laughable." Chase shook his head. He flicked his fingers, and the golden rune expanded to the size of a hand. In an instant, it transformed into a blazing flame that radiated intense heat. It spread in all directions.

Ash tried to scream, to throw his sword, but he was too slow. Rhea didn't flinch. She didn't even raise her hands. She simply opened her mouth. The sound that came out wasn't a scream. It wasn't a howl. It was a roar that seemed to come from the very bowels of the earth, a sound so loud and so alien that it caused the obsidian trees to shatter into dust. It was the roar of a world being unmade. It was the sound of the Ruin.

Severin, seated cross-legged on the cushion, had his eyes tightly closed and his brows slightly furrowed. His face was filled with a mixture of pain and excitement. The mysterious runes all over his skin shimmered with a golden glow, dazzlingly bright. The thunderous roars akin to tigers and leopards emanated from his robust body. His blood flowed like dense mercury, the power of blood and energy surging vigorously like billowing smoke, tearing through the defensive formation of Enchanted Peak, and striked into the sky thousands of miles above.

The air suddenly tasted of sweet earth, damp moss, and the wild, uncorrupted freedom of the highlands. The elven infantry froze, their weapons lowering as they looked up at the empty sky in sudden, disorganized panic. The source of their power, their immortality, and their absolute defense had been completely obliterated. Riheirk upstreamed a heavy, ragged breath, pushing the elven spears away from his chest, his silver eyes flaring with a sudden, resurrected ferocity as he pulled himself back to his full height. He looked at Brynn, a bloody, victorious grin breaking through his exhaustion.

“You’re sure you’re strong enough?” Fenrir didn’t answer immediately. He lifted his hand instead, pressing his palm against the bark of the nearest tree. His fingers trembled just slightly. “I don’t need strength,” he said. “I need blood.” The tree shuddered. Light seeped out from beneath Fenrir’s hand—soft silver lines spreading across the bark like veins. The forest responded almost instantly. Branches shifted. Roots pulled back. The trees parted, revealing a narrow passage glowing faintly with elven runes carved into the earth itself.

Her words were cut off when someone suddenly barged into the hall. "Kieran Anubis." A voice boomed out. All heads turned to see who it was, and the look on Kieran's face changed slightly as he watched the visitor walk down the pathway towards the throne. It was Ragnar Thorne, one of the rulers of the realm. Ragnar was a feral, pure blooded demon who was known for his cruelty and arrogance. He ruled the east side realm, and rumour had it that he bedded different women even after finding his mate.

No, you're not," thought Marcus, arms folded and watching the red-haired man with the slightest blink of an eye. -My name is Ruan," said the other, this blond and very cool in his coarse hair and black eyes, "and I am for you as for me. It was this phrase that was irritating Marcus a lot, but he would never show how much this damn code messed with his jealousy. Good thing this is the last one. -My name is Michael," he reminded her of Aragorn from The Lord of the Rings, even in the color and style of his hair and eyes, "and I am to you as myself.

“If this fool doesn’t put a bracelet on your wrist, I will.” “Who are you calling a fool? And didn’t I warn you to stay away from my woman?” Rhobart snarled. “I will put one as well. From now on, you are our princess.” Hudde’s eyes were full of mischief as he spoke. “Call her yours one more time, and I will cut out your tongues,” Rhobart threatened the twins. Milton sighed. “This is going to be a long journey.” The road led them through an old forest. Runes were carved on a big winter oak. Rhobart looked at it before glancing at the sky. Grey clouds covered it.

"I sense it too. As though something pressing against the thin edge of my skin. Fire… stirring up in bone." She gave Lunareth over to the waiting nursemaid. "Stay close," she told her daughter, her lips against her brow. "But if the winds change, you flee. You guard her with your life." As she faced Rhovan once more, something glowed behind her eyes like fire held back. "Tell me. What else have they witnessed?" He paused. "The earth's roots are restless. Trees writhing against moonlight. Creatures running from the forest. And… a rent in the sky last night. Short-lived, but it glowed dark red. Like Morgane's signature.

And she swore to God, she could smell the sea. And then they were off. Hazel opened the glove box, and a dusty jumble of CDs clattered onto her lap. “What have we got, then? Lord of the Rings? Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? Winnie-the-Pooh? The Code of the Woosters? Murder Must Advertise with the last disc missing?” Cole thought about it for a moment. “Lord of the Rings, please.” The familiar music washed over her, and then the equally familiar words: “Long years ago, in the Second Age of Middle-earth, the Elven-smiths of Eregion forged rings of great power.”