Rhûn Middle-earth Novels & Stories

The students complained "Yes, now. The instruction's simple, find the inn we are assigned to using the map we gave you, Kou's group will have to go through the forest, Yoon's group will have go through the mountains...." ...This is no good... I suck at directions... plus... the forest... I'm not really that fond of forests... In horror movies, the forest is often filled with serial killers or vengful ghosts. Then our moderator left with the bus after saying, "The last one to get there will be assigned to wash the dishes."

Hollowborn screamed, Hunters faltered, and even the rogues recoiled. Raven’s scream cut through the chaos, pure and terrifying, as she moved through the battlefield like a god. Every strike, every surge of energy, every motion was precise, as Riders and guardians alike followed her lead, their combined power amplifying hers, creating a symphony of destruction that no army could withstand.

“By blood and by oath, I bind you to this ritual. Render your power unto me!” A figure wreathed in smoke and shadow emerged from the depths of the chamber, Imreth himself, chains rattling. His molten eyes glowed with both fury and respect. He extended a clawed hand, and the pillar’s flame ran up his arm, forging a scarlet brand on his gauntlet. In that moment, the trio of runes; wolf, moon, flame, blazed in unison, and the basin’s waters exploded upward in a column of blood that rained down in gentle droplets.

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

The elves casted spells to build protective magic around the magic circle. King Ruven Omanelis blew another seed powder into the air. Flower petals and leaf blades fly like snowflakes. The few leaves and flower petals entered the mouths of the Behemoth, Manticore, and Hell-Hound. King Ruven Omanelisa smiled with icy eyes. “Bloody Rain!” said King Ruven Omanelis in Elvish. In an instant, the flower petals and leaf blades that had fallen into the mouths of the Manticore, Behemoth, and Hell Hounds exploded together and crushed the heads of the three demons in red blood splatters in the air which resembled red raindrops.

“I can’t keep track of all these gawd-damned rules.” As Louis fumbled with his dice, Jon consulted his character. Crixen Runeburner, elf mage, tall and proud. He was from a noble line of adventurers and princes. Magical rings glistened on his fingers. Multi-colored robes flowed about his willowy frame. They mystically staved off attacks and turned back spells. Around his feet flowed silken boots that allowed him to run with the speed of a pony. His right hand held a mighty heft of oak, an enchanted quarterstaff of kicking-your-fucking-ass.

She turned her head slowly. —and saw Rhovan standing at the edge of the tearing world. But not the Rhovan she knew. His eyes were pure white. No iris. No pupil. Just blank, blazing white. His skin was cracked with light, as if something inside him was burning outward. He lifted a hand—calm, steady—and reality rippled around his fingers. “You don’t understand,” he said softly. “That thing is not them. Not anymore.” Elaria shook her head. “No. They’re in there. I can— I heard—”

slowly left his body Ravan drop down his sword on ground and hastily made his way towards Shabbier underground area, a secret place where many of illegal good like guns, drugs, alcohol and explosives were stored, Since Ravan was well familiar with this underground tunnel he did not waste more time and quickly picked up a small remote and made his way out of Shabbier Mansion not before giving one last look to unconscious Shabbier sheik and dead Vivan. Once out Ravan ordered every single guard to evict entire as he himself got inside his car and drove off, once he reached at safer distance Ravan halted his car and pressed the big bright RED button of the remote control that he had carried with

The wind shifted as it turned cold, carrying with it a scent that didn’t belong here. Blood and rot. The light of the runes flickered. “Lyra,” Ronan said, voice suddenly hard, “what’s happening?” “I—I don’t know.” And then, from the other side of the forest — the side that faced Moonstone — came the sound that made my blood run cold. A roar. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t wolf. It was both and neither at the same time. It split the night apart, echoing through the trees, shaking the very air. The power behind it was raw and furious, enough to make even the trees shudder.

Xiao Chuan let out a loud shout and broke away from Shui Yue and was about to rush over, Shui Yue hurriedly pulled him to his death once again, "Xiao Chuan! Listen to me! Listen to me!" Shui Yue pulled him over, pressed his shoulders and looked him in the eyes, ''Ruomu Spirit is just a puppet, it was a puppet refined by the Holy Myriad Fairy and the Three Saints in the Spirit Silence Room back then, with the Ruomu Tree, the Godly Tree of the Western Mountain! Back then, when the Spirit Sovereign was severely injured, the Yuan Shen needed a furnace pot to carry it so that it could slowly recover, and the Ruomu Spirit was this furnace pot! But later on, the Ruomu Spirit, due to absorbing the S