Sith Hood Novels & Stories

The hooded figures began to chant, their voices rising in a dissonant, haunting harmony: “Born of the shadow, the flowers shall rise. Through the vessel’s pain, the old world dies.” The Vhalir watched the carnage with a look of serene boredom. He watched as the blood reached the center of the sigil, where a single, black flower made of obsidian and shadow began to sprout from the stone. He stood up, his golden hair catching the dim light of the torches. He looked toward the ceiling, as if his gaze could pierce through the miles of earth and stone to find a small apartment where a boy was waking up from a nightmare.

Saiya replied before she laid down between the tree's roots and covered her face with the hood of her dark green cloak. Soon after, Zure, one of the former Light Oracles that she turned into her Shadow Knight, appeared beside her retaining his former appearance with full black gear armor, horned helmet, a black and red round shield with a height that is just a few inches smaller than his length and an ax hanging on his back. Greyn's white blank eyes with blue linings looked at Zure, "Ensure the lord's safety," he ordered before leaving Saiya to Zure's protection. Zure bowed and positioned himself just a few meters from Saiya before he cast his power. In a few seconds, hundred blue dots surro

I heard a faint whoosh sound and felt a breeze, opening my eyes to see Hermes standing in front of me, a large door-sized portal to the heavens glowing behind him. He looked both surprised and pleased to see me, “Oh, Lady Abigail, how fortunate that I should run into you here, I got word that your father's soul was coming and was bringing the device over,” he had a satchel with him containing the device that is said to cleanse my father’s soul, but where was my father? “Hello, Hermes,” I greeted with a pleasant smile as Kora and I stood in front of the pile of weapons to block his view.

“How could you? You know I prefer Red Hood.” I watched her roll her eyes at me before popping her hip. I raised my hands in surrender before cupping her face and lightly kissing her forehead to spare my split lip. “Alright. Alright, baby. Come on.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Assuming Carson did what Doc Fox expected, return to Grothman with all his intel. Traitorous bastard. I get that he is mentally screwed up right now, but I hope he takes a bullet or more tonight. He may get his throat slit since the Blood Queen is trailing him. He’d deserve as much. I spot some men aiming for Weston’s back and take them out. Bang! Bang! Brain matter everywhere with two shots. Sidhe has as saying, ‘One Shot. One Kill.’ So, I stick with that. I won’t fire a round endless I have a clear shot.

one of the hooded figures told Kara and the others. There was a long silence, which was eventually broken by Mary charging at one of them, starting the fight. Mary wildly slashed at the hooded figures, and Kara charged with her new scythe. Will joined the fray, punching one of the hooded square in the face as it came at him. Kara swung her scythe at one of the hooded figures, but they only seemed to swiftly avoid the blow before she could even get at them. Before she knew it, the figure she was attacking turned up behind her and knocked her out. "Kara!" Will and Mary shouted, but they had troubles of their own. The more Mary attacked the hooded figures, the more they seemed to multiply. Soon

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

I was on the verge of kneeling, weeping hysterically as I pleaded for her to let me go. I begged Ate Yolly to honor the promise she had made to me in secret. I placed all my remaining hope in her, and she did not fail me. Without a single moment of hesitation, she grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hidden corridors. When we ran past the heavily drugged guards, I couldn't believe the sheer, life-threatening risks Ate Yolly was taking just to secure my freedom.