Shinigami Mga Nobela at Kwento

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I felt Rai's lips on my neck and closed my eyes. "Alejandro and Richard cleaned it all," he mumbled against my skin. "You can read my mind Rai, don't lie about it," I said simply and looked up at his glowing eyes. I felt a shiver down my spine and knew instantly that a Shinigami was approaching. I wasn't concerned since we were both one and the same at least as far as our death aspects were concerned. I was certain that I knew this one and leaned towards Rai.

Cedric charged at Lucindo and gripped him hard by the neck. Lucindo chanted incantations and Cedric was once again flung into the forest. He pulled Suzy closer and snapped her neck with a wave of his hand. He snapped his fingers and the once dimly-lit field became illuminated with torches placed at pillars that were shielded from view magically. A pentagram is drawn on the floor alongside dark magical symbols drafted around. The pile of dead werewolves was in a section of the pentagram and they were marked with a crescent sign on their forehead.

Zinjo kept his tone neutral and indifferent. "Is that why you came to the wedding?" Aurelia kept her mean words to herself and focused on Sojobo. "Yes, the first few ingredients are of the mortal realm, but since the shadow people exist in the beyond as well, we higher beings are the binding agents. Mine is Divine lightning." Sojobo's hands moved rapidly, and he chanted a small stormcloud appeared over the glass. Tiny bolts of lightning galvanized the runes. The glass had grown into a four-foot urn complete with a lid. Zinjo looked over at Aurelia, "I was not expecting it to be so big," He tapped it with a single finger, not a burn mark touched his hand.

Valerie waved her palm in the air as she stood there watching the taxi go away. ‘Zhilux...zhilux...’ In her mind, the odd name kept repeating itself ‘Who exactly is she?’ She shrugs her head and starts walking to her average apartment. ‘My empress, wake up and return to me right now...Zhilux’ The voice appeared in her thoughts once more, causing her to stop walking. ‘My empress...’ Valerie lets out a sigh and raises her eyes to the sky, where she sees the moon.

“Should we keep this short then?” The head priest chuckled softly. “You have a very sweet boyfriend. Don’t worry. You can tell me your purpose outrightly and keep this short.” “Can you show us how to make charms like yours?” Nozomi asked. “Ah... It’s an advanced technique and the effects are unique to your powers. Mine are of purification. If you’re thinking of protecting someone, your kind will likely use shikigami.” “Shikigami?” “Yes, but that’s all I can say, because that’s all I know. Your kind hardly interacts with mages of other attributes, much less those of the light.”

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.

Then he looked at us, something unreadable burning behind his eyes. “This,” he said slowly, his voice rough, “isn’t some sick prank This is a summoning.” My chest went cold. Pelin frowned, hugging herself. “Summoning… what?” Aziz shifted his weight, his hair falling into his eyes as he studied the bloody circle. “A Marid. The black kind.” The word was foreign on his tongue, harsh and heavy. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, my voice felt so weak. His gaze flicked to me, holding mine until I felt pinned to the mattress. “A jinn. A supernatural creature from the obsidian dimension. They come in colors—blue, red, black. The black ones are the strongest.”

The creature from below climbed onto the final step. Its massive body blocked the staircase. Scales covered it from throat to tail, pale as old bone. The hanging lanterns beneath its horns burned with gold fire. It lowered its head toward Shigure. He did not raise his weapon. Still angry? The creature snapped at him. Its jaws closed inches from his face. Shigure smiled faintly. Yes. Kiyomi stared. You know that thing? It has a name. What? Harun. The creature rumbled. The bridge shook.

A circle with two lines entwined, like two souls bound together. And the figure saw it too. Its calm face shattered into rage. "No! That is not allowed!" It lunged toward the treehouse, the silver vines trying to erase the symbol. Siron ran to block it, but the figure turned into a black mist and attacked him head-on. In that split second, Siron heard Morat’s final whisper in his mind: "The tears... on the earth... mix with..." before the voice was swallowed by the scream of the figure, which now transformed into a giant shadow with hundreds of silver eyes.