Novel & Cerita Scion Of The Void

"We aren't running, Emma. We’ve come too far. If your brother is the beacon, then we’ll just have to shut off the power." "Wait," Vincent’s voice echoed from a nearby shadow as he materialized. He looked paler than usual, his obsidian eyes darting toward the falls. "There’s more. The Void-Weaver... he’s not alone. He has a battalion of Hollow-Wolves. Shifters who have been completely drained of their souls and filled with the gas. They don't feel pain. They don't have mercy." I stood up, pulling the violet-and-silver cloak Alessia had woven for me tighter around my shoulders. I looked at my Kings, at the wild wolves of the Deep Woods, and at the two tiny lives I was carrying into the heart o

Good. “Where’s Ethan?” A pause. “Why?” “Because someone’s trying to burn this company down from the inside,” Jaxon said coldly. “And if it’s not you, it’s him.” Vanessa exhaled slowly. “I’ll find him.” The line went dead. Gabriel whistled low. “Family dinners are gonna be fun this year.” Jaxon didn’t smile. He was already moving, heart pounding. The enemy wasn’t outside the gates. They were inside. And if there was one thing Jaxon Hawthorne never did, it was lose control.

For someone who has been sucked out of blood by five teenage vampires, she sure is tough enough to manage to still live. After a few moments later, he felt immobilized. Her blood's addicting scent attacked Clayton's senses. Holding her this close made him immediately addicted by her whiff. How could he miss this scent even with his super sensitive sense of smelling awhile ago? It's like a sweet but intense scent that he never encountered throughout his years of existence. He could not get himself out of the trance the lady's scent put him into. Despite the control hunters like him possessed. Despite his disgust with messy, splattered blood.

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.

A map of the Starry Sky Battlespace was also present among the items, detailing the locations of nearby treasures and opportunities. Severin then turned his attention to another manual. As he opened the yellowed book, a mystical power called the 'Void Concealment' flowed into his mind. The ability allowed him to conceal his spiritual energy and blend with the surroundings. Once mastered, he could even meld with the void itself, rendering him practically undetectable even for a royal paragon. All those factors made it a very useful tool for stealth and assassination.

But worries was still visible in my voice. "He already know--" I heard gunshots in the other line. My eyes widened, I heard noises, screams and gunshots. "Nate, what's happening?" "He already know the you are alive!" Even he did not spout a name, I know who is he talking about. I massage my temple, The car started to move. The twelfth leader of Thanatos, the Phantom is now aware of my existence.

Was I really going to do this just to avenge my old self? . . . I was relaxing by the pool when a convoy of exotic cars arrived in my father’s compound. I took off my sun shades to see properly who the visitor was. Gabriel Damasco. “How dare you, Imelda!?” He growled as soon as he was out of his car and walked angrily to me. He was in one of his expensive Prada business suits—the devil wears Prada and Gabriel Damasco was a handsome Devil at that. “I assume you have received the papers from Hernandez.”

I was dizzy for a few seconds before I realised what was going on. I found my arms being held down by two muscular arms. Sin had pinned me down easily and his lips were on mine, dominantly conquering them with his fiery mouth. I struggled to move, but an unexplainable, powerful force had me immobilised. My body convulsed, trembling with desire. “Scarlet, give in,” he whispered, as if he was chanting an incantation. I felt my arms numb, and he let go abruptly, letting them fall to my sides. His deep gaze in my eyes, which sapped my energy away enthralled me.

Scy straightened as if to move off. “So you rob her of the pleasure and comfort to be found in your arms without asking her?” Mathin asked softly. “Is that more honorable?” A shudder shook Scy like a volti shakes his prey. Pressing his advantage, Mathin continued, “Have you thought that the attraction between charmer and Haunt is perhaps meant to be? And all other arguments aside, can you deny that Jasmine and Keilor, Andrea and myself are happy? Can you afford not to find out if such is possible for you, too?” Aware that any more words might work against him, Mathin changed the subject. He nodded at Scy’s symbiont. “How is it that you’re able to wear a symbiont at all? With their aversion t

ANWEN'S POV I pressed my lips together, unable to answer. I was torn cleanly down the middle between telling Brammon the truth and clinging to my lie. If I admitted where I'd really been headed, any chance of sneaking into the hidden library to read about the Radiants would disappear. The problem was that I was dealing with a Scion. A king. They were gifted with impossible strength, towering height, unnerving beauty, and powers far beyond anything humans possessed. Apparently, they were infuriatingly perceptive too.