Rigel Black Chronicles Novels & Stories

I really shouldn’t label them with this condescending attitude, but they keep getting in the way with my liege. “Mi, Lu, Terry, why are you here? Did something happen at school? Is everyone ok?” my liege spring on them as she tried but failed to get up. It seems RJ sitting next to Meri was a decision the king made, as RJ prevented her from getting up and whispered to her. Usually, a Hugon whispering in a person’s ear would confuse them or soothe them to a state of chill mode. Though RJ is only half Hugon and his aura was weaker, plus his whispers only helped keep a person calm instead of completely mellow. Only it didn’t seem that Ericson’s aura or whispers worked on Meri. Then again RJ was

Chapter Seven: The Whispering Ruin The forge held its breath. Even the flames seemed hesitant to flicker as Kael hovered over the relic, adjusting the protective runes with agonizing precision. The iron table beneath it vibrated faintly, as if repulsed by the object it was forced to hold. The relic pulsed—red, slow, deliberate. Like a heartbeat that didn’t belong in this world. Raven stood at the edge of the circle, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Ragnar was beside her, his energy coiled tight, thunder rolling low beneath his skin.

His ash-gray eyes flared with a blinding, terrifying ring of molten gold, fixing instantly on the figure standing in the doorway. "Seize him!" the alpha’s voice roared, echoing off the high stone ceiling with a lethal, commanding force that made my knees shake. Half a dozen armed guards drew their silver-forged blades and rushed forward like a pack of hunting wolves closing in on their prey. The cloaked stranger didn't even flinch. He let out a low, musical chuckle that carried clearly across the silent hall. With blinding, unnatural speed, he whipped back his cloak, his hands moving in a fluid, complex motion. A sudden, blinding flash of brilliant blue light—the exact same color as the heal

His eyes blazed with fury, with a twisted incantation, he cast a cruel curse upon her. A blinding light tore through the sky. Lioren screamed, her form shimmered, then shattered. Her soul was ripped from her divine vessel and forced into the body of a wolf, no longer radiant and celestial, but cursed, feral, and bound to darkness. She howled in agony as he sealed her within a small, ancient artifact, like a relic of ruin. But just before her transformation completed, she hurled the Mirrorheart Sigil into the air with all the strength she had left. It glimmered against the wind, and a white dove caught it mid-flight, wings slicing through the sky as it flew far, far away.

Isabella yelled with excitement. Mellony closed the lid tightly and they headed back to the shack. They went in and closed the door. Mellony took a piece of chalk from her apron and drew a magical circle on the floor. She placed the hourglass in the center of it. Then she recited the enchantment. “Past, present, and future. You remain the same. Birth, life, and death are not the things you claim. Let me tip the scales with the sands of time. For the spell is cast like a chime.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

I assumed this was his maid, when in the room walked a stunning woman. Her hair was silver, falling to her waist in beachy waves. Her eyes were an insanely beautiful shade of platinum silver. She was wearing a gold sports bra and a pair of black shorts, along with gold combat boots adorning black accents. I could see Raziel's gold crescent moon symbol etched along the right side of her face. Then I saw a turquoise double crescent moon with three stars on her neck. This was a Wolf mate’s mark… I knew this must be his mate, but I didn’t know my brother had a mate…

Auren crawled from the rubble, bleeding, barely conscious. Kael forced himself up on shaking limbs. They could do nothing. Nothing. But then— the sky darkened. Clouds twisted violently. Lightning cracked open. The air tasted like fire. Auren looked up. Kael followed his gaze— —and froze. Another rift was tearing open in the heavens. Not golden. Not divine. Black. Wolf-black. Moon-black. Old as the first howl. And from within it— a massive silhouette stepped out, eyes burning silver. A voice rolled across the broken world:

Azrael felt she swirled into another unknown dimension but in reality, she is just carried by someone. She looked at the one who lets her go and it was Rogziel. In a group of five brothers, you can easily distinguish who Rogziel is because of his charcoal black hair that strands fall on his face, droopy nose, and thin mouth. He looked at Azrael with his amber eyes, that doesn’t give you a clue what he was about to say or what he actually feels.

Righ Righ threw his arms up in celebration as the pearl grew black again. When Blake said he had Clarissa with him, Righ had to see for himself. And he was not disappointed. The relic was on his way to him, and it would not be long until he was reunited with what mattered most. He felt so excited and alive. A long time ago, he forgot what this felt like. Righ rang a bell that sat by the side of his throne, and a busty woman with long black hair came rushing into the room. She wore red leather armor that left her arms and legs bare. She carried a whip, and her thin pointed tail whipped curiously behind her.