Rigel Black Chronicles Novels & Stories

From the shadows of the woods, cloaked figures emerged, each wearing bone masks, each bearing markings carved in old blood. Raelin hissed. “Ritecallers. Graveborn.” Sira's hands lit with silverlight. “Impossible. We killed the last of them at Hollowfang Ridge.” Fenric stepped forward. “We didn’t kill them. We drove them underground. They’ve been waiting.” The Ritecallers parted, and Syra walked through them like a queen in mourning, her long black hair catching faint glimmers of moonlight. Her violet eyes found Fenric instantly.

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

Truth or not, her oath to her people was a cage with no escape. That night, the war council gathered in the remnants of Black Hollow’s ruined hall. Once a merchant’s guild, it was now a place of cracked stone walls, scorched beams, and the faint stench of burning oil. Around the table sat those who remained: Darian Crestfall, battered yet unbowed, his knuckles scarred from the fight; Isolde Mirean, her healer’s robes streaked with blood; Cyrion Duskbane, who carried the air of a man forever haunted; and, of course, Kaelen at Serenya’s side.

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Richard began, “you need to stop beating yourself up over something you did thousands of years ago. If any of us has managed to earn good grace with our creator, it has been you, my friend.” He held his goblet out to toast. “To the Virtuous.” We toasted, and he threw back the goblet and swallowed hard as he drank. “Aww,” he said, sucking his teeth and holding his glass up, “now that is robust.” Ben smiled feebly and gazed at me. His eyes were dark, and I could make out the reflection of the fire ablaze behind me in his eyes. He was looking at me with something more than affection. Was it passion? Or was that just an illusion cast by the reflecting flames I could see mirrored burning within t

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

The room was once again filled with Haven's ear-piercing screams as Raziel's golden crescent moon mark shattered, sending shards of gold flying through the air like a scattering of tiny, gleaming projectiles. Raziel, however, remained stoic, his face a mask of calm that betrayed no hint of pain or discomfort. He didn't flinch, didn't make a sound, but I knew better. I saw the telltale sign of his Wolf, Nero, stirring beneath the surface - his eyes began to darken, the irises bleeding into an inky blackness that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. It was a subtle sign, but one that spoke volumes about the turmoil that Raziel's Wolf was experiencing.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Black Ace " Hello. Who's on the line? Diamond " Ace! Where have you been? I've been calling you for some minutes now. What going on? Black Ace " Relax jor..... 🎶 I'm feeling vibes on vibes..... You no fit kill my vibe 🎶 (relax pls am getting some vibes and you can't kill it for me) Diamond " (shocked) Are you singing? Black Ace " Wèrè! I'm just listening to music. Diamond" You demented b--tch! Have you forgotten about your mission!? The target is on the move.

the curse in time. I turned to face Diego, who was still severely hurt and covered in blood. “Isabelle go! I’ll take care of him, I promise. You need to break the curse and save the pack.” stated Yennefer. She was correct. I couldn’t abandon him, but I had to save the pack. Diego coughs up more blood, saying, “Go Isabella. I’m fine. I’m healing.” He wasn’t healing; he was lying. His healing was being hampered by Delilah’s black magic.I ran into the woods and returned to the castle, promising him, “Just hang in there, Diego. I’ll come back for you.” I was drawing and returning to my partner by following the mate pull. When I got to the castle, there was a lot of chaos. Along the way, I came