Romans & histoires Scorpion King Book Of Souls

Helen said as she turned towards Star who was on her knees begging " beg her not me Hazel." Just immediately Helen latched out her teeth on Hazel's right hand. Hazel let out a loud cry as she crawled very fast from Helen . Scar cried out as the whips landed on her body as well. " are you ready Scar." Helen asked as she growled towards Hazel who was trying to pull her bleeding hand together. " I will heal her." Scar screamed before Helen could reach Hazel again and immediately Helen turned into her human form with desperation . " I can heal the bite and stop the blood." Scar responded

The Lord’s hands were up to the elbows in blood, and the entire perimeter of the floor of the room was covered with scarlet liquid. Vladyka did not immediately realize that he was no longer alone. A faint splash distracted the king's attention. Frozen for a moment, Vragenn turned sharply and met his gaze with bottomless, dark eyes without pupils. They reminded him of the night sky during the new moon. The pale face was hidden by short, uneven strands of black hair.

Our victory was not only a triumph over the Demon lord but also a testament to the strength of the human spirit. From that day forward, I vowed to continue my journey as a protector of the realm, ensuring that the shadows of fear and darkness would never again cast their long shadows over our land. And then, in a flash of blinding light, everything went black. I awoke to find myself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by a group of mysterious figures. "Welcome, Rex, prince of the Dragon calm" What brings you here? " one of them spoke, their voice filled with ancient wisdom. "You have entered the realm of the lost dragons, a dimension trapped between worlds. To escape, you must prove your wort

I thought you’d want to take a look, just in case. Thank you, Nova, I said, looking at her axolotl. We walked into the library, and she asked for a small manuscript. The man is stiff, vampire maybe? Place it in front of us. I opened it. The first page was empty, and I turned one more page; the language was ancient. Reading out loud: the shadows will rise, and the darkness answers to one only, the real queen of the forgotten souls. Uhhhmm, Nova, I think you got the wrong book. It doesn’t say anything about Rune healing.

I picked it up, shaking as I read it: “The Black Death taking a human partner is a disgrace to us and our heritage. I have to teach you a lesson on the right path to follow.” I crumpled the paper, shaking with rage, and looked around the room. I wanted to throw things around. I wanted to destroy this house, but I couldn't. I had to find Christopher. Lucien was written all over this. I could tell this was his doing but I couldn't help but wonder if maybe an ancient was helping him.

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

I kept on chanting my spells repeatedly, the sky had turned dark, the sun was covered by thick dark clouds caused from the black magic I was using, all the locals were scared to death as most of them took to their heels and ran away, some of them were courageous enough to keep watching but not in the open as they hid behind furnitures peeping and trying to see the outcome of this confrontation. Some of the guards were on knees, and the became to grow facial hairs like wolves, with fangs and claws, the bones began to break aggressively “Ahhh…. Oh…. Help….. help me…..” the king cried out as he was not left out for the traumatizing pain his comrades were feeling, his eyes turned golden like tha

Somehow, without realizing it, I ended up on the rooftop of one of the hospital buildings. The evening breeze was cool against my skin. The sun was sinking, the sky streaked with orange and gold. My mind was a tangled mess—one moment, I heard Mom's voice telling me to just go and die, the next, I saw Grandma lying unconscious, teetering on the edge of life and death. The world was unbearably unfair. Cruel people always seemed to find happiness, while the kind ones suffered endlessly. "Miss, don't jump! Please, don't jump!"

Its fur was midnight black, swallowing the faint moonlight, its chest covered in thick, silver battle scars, and its eyes—a piercing, luminescent gold—stared directly into my soul. The Lycan King. He lunged forward, pinning me to the wet earth, his massive, clawed paw pressing firmly into my chest. I opened my eyes, waiting for him to rip my throat out. But the moment his nostrils flared, inhaling my scent, the murderous rage in his golden eyes shattered into pure shock. And deep within my soul, the freezing vacuum violently flipped, screaming with absolute, undeniable certainty: MATE.