Sith Hood Novels & Stories

It was the cold, multi-tonal resonance of the Hive. ​"Mother, we’re here to get you out," Aero said, stepping toward the sphere. ​"Out?" The voice let out a sound like static-filled laughter. "Aero, I am the Citadel. I am the sky you saw in the dream. And you... you are my greatest achievement. My beautiful, golden virus." ​THE FINAL BETRAYAL: ​Silas Thorne appeared on the balcony above them, his prosthetic arm sparking. He didn't look afraid anymore. He looked triumphant.

Then, the forest came to life. From these trees, the deep shadows emerged. The low rumble of a dozen more engines roared to life as more men emerged from the trees to circle the Crimson Sparrow pack completely. Henrique Crimson Sparrow turned pale. “Are we ready to talk business now?” I said sweetly. Henrique scoffed, trying to cover his fear. He pounded his fist on his helmet. “You think this scares me? Letting them waltz in here?” “Yes, considering you were generous to waltz into my territory,” I blurted.

Phuture's face stained of antipathy while floating towards him, the sight of Harriet's blood spilling as she came following toward the ground replayed in her mind. Just a moment ago, she wanted to have a role in sparing the young man's life and guiding him to liberation. The mood was no longer the same and she was fumed with rage, ignoring his pleads to space his life. Phuture attacked swiftly with a vicious three-piece combo, punching through his chest and throat before slicing off his legs. The Hooded Demon fell on his backside, staring at her purple dilated eyes and frantically trying to escape with his life. He healed his wounds one by one but was interrupted by blade that pinned his hea

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

he said. I looked up at him with inquisitive eyes. "Why would Queen Nineveh lie about this?" I asked. "What do you think really happened to Issa that day?" I demanded. Sith swallowed hard, not having an answer to my question. I sighed and decided that I knew what needed to be done. "Since it's not as dangerous as Nineveh claims, then I will attempt to touch it," I announced. "I've done that before, nothing happened," Sith said calmly. There was no longer any hope in his voice.

Ancestor Bodhi said with a smile, “Back then, the evil Buddhism tried to topple the Siddhartha realm. Eventually, a great battle broke out in Shoraionji Temple. This starship of Miss Shelly could shatter a star and destroy a world with one cannon. That’s called apocalyptic.” Alex felt as though he was listening to a myth, but now, he was also a myth in others’ eyes. The huge black hole contained an intense suction force. About a hundred people among the remaining black-clothed guards were sucked into the black hole. Even Northern Emperor Dust’s main body, the hydra, was below the black hole. His body was so enormous that it was simply a sitting duck. Furthermore... he never expected that Hou

I gasped. Soren’s arm lashed out, catching Hood by the shoulder and spinning him around before slamming him to the ground with terrifying force. He pinned him there with one knee against his spine, his fingers curled tight around Hood’s arm. His grip was like a vice. "See where your loyalty to the wrong person has ended you," Soren told him with a devilish smirk, his voice slow and mocking. Hood growled beneath him, his body straining against the hold, his eyes still burning with the fire of vengeance. But Soren was stronger—a brutal kind of strong that didn't just crush bones but shattered hope.

she smiles. She’s probably right. Every full moon, Cordelia and sometimes her sister Claudia come out to help us and take care of the children that haven’t turned yet. I don’t know what other packs that don’t have humans or witches to help them do. Our alliance with Delia’s coven is the only reason we’ve survived this long and we all know it. “We should hurry this along,” Bo says, looking up at the sky.

Somehow, she reminded him of Vlad though they looked nothing alike. The woman moved at blinding speed. As the hooded figure raised its hand, crushing the phoenix with its invisible grip, the woman somehow disappeared from the doorway only to reappear besides a limping Hans, grabbing the dagger from his hand. To Hans, his dagger simply disappeared. The phoenix struggled in the grip of the hooded one, clawing at the invisible hands. Suzanne shared the pain of the phoenix as it suffocated from strangulation and her heart shrieked in her chest, threatening to rupture. Nevertheless, she kept on dragging the mist into the portal. If all failed, she would have to use her dagger.

The warriors melted down leaving behind pools of fluid metal that eventually evaporated. Once again she set out to look for Bulk, thinking he would be lying around unconscious. However, he was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly she felt as if she had heard something. Shouting his name, she ran in the direction of the voice. From behind a pillar in the hall, she watched wide eyed as she saw him being teleported away by a faint hooded figure dressed from head to toe in black. She rushed to his rescue but it was too late. She was now looking at blank air. One of her customer who had just arrived told her he had seen a hooded figure outside the Broth. As per his description, he was dressed in black an