Sith Oc Novelas e Histórias

He felt on top of the world at the moment. "!" His attention is drawn by Steronick's loud cackle. What's his deal? Ovid asked. Is he up to another one of his tricks? "The pride of fools", Steronick said as he laughed hysterically. "If you dont let go of your past, how can you hope to make a future?" It was then Ovid's eyes opened... ... Ovid 'King' Stronghold was born with long flowing purple hair,a square nose, dark complexion and huge eyeballs.

Callie shouted, sweat dripping down her forehead from the intense effort. Without hesitation, I grabbed the Dark God by the neck, tightening my grip. With my other hand, I seized his abdomen and, with a brutal motion, tore him in half. A piercing scream echoed as, instead of entrails, imprisoned souls burst free from his body. Nocturnus’s form disintegrated into black ash, leaving only a sharp-toothed grin atop the pile of dust. "Damn you!" Sora Rhea erupted in fury, glaring at us with blazing hatred. "I will have my revenge—mark my words!"

When he saw me, his wolf snarled, showing his sharp fangs. "Hey, a$$hole, are you there?" I asked, worried. He snarled even louder instead. "Hey, how dare you snarl at me?!" Even if he was now deranged, he was still the a$$ who stole a kiss from me. "So, you're going to be like this forever?!" I asked again, making him growl at me. His saliva was coming out from the corner of his mouth. "You're Kylo, right? Can you tell your human that if he does not fight for this, he will lose Shiva forever!" With those words, Kylo hastily struggled to free himself. I was also vigilant about what was going to happen next. I stepped closer and raised my thumb, touching his forehead.

It was a translucent figure that appeared to be of mixed heritage, clearly someone from a different era. He had black hair but eyes of a different color. This was the evil spirit from before, dead for so many years that the stench of decay hit everyone immediately. His face looked burned, with eyelids rolled upward. Judging from his clothes, his status was high during his lifetime. After all, back in those days, only the rich or powerful could afford a wristwatch. His name was Sauron Cathon. "You're the one who possessed my daughter!" Kelsier's eyes blazed with fury. "Where is she?"

his voice lowered at the memory haunting him. “what happend next?” I said feeling breathless.His eyes didn’t smile, they went cold “Then the illusion cracked. The smell of flowers turned to the scent of a week-old corpse. So I cut it down and behind it, the shadows parted and Zaahir Stepped forward and blocked my part” A shiver went down my spine, this was terrifyingly interesting. “He was an Ifrit of the old world, towering, his skin the color of cooled lava, bronzed armour and eyes like two dying suns with spiral horns on his head”

But finally, her voice slipped into the shadows. “It was the breaking of the world,” she said. “Long ago, when fire and shadow tore kingdoms apart. Your bloodline was at the heart of it. A Thorne set the fire free. It burned cities, forests, even mountains to ash. My people called it the Sundering because nothing was ever the same after.” Kaelen’s breath caught. “And you think I’ll…do it again?” Her hand found his, firm and steady. “I think you can stop it. That is why I swore my Oath.”

She continued to deride him but snarling that she broke her sleep, he removed his hands. His stoic handsome features with the perfect tan complexion, glaring at her, plopping on his elbows with half-lid eyes. “Shut up, Bitch.” He hissed, sitting up slowly, running his hand in his long brown hairs. Tristan, The strongest, Number 0- Obsidian Beast “Don’t call my sister bitch.” Ruth interrupted but he scoffed. “She called me an asshole too.” “Leave it. Say where you disappeared, Lord? Was it much of a bother to come?” She snarled, narrowing her eyes in ire because all commanders were present except him.

the leader of the Shadow Stalkers was Lyra’s long-lost cousin, a woman named Seraphina. Seraphina, the old woman explained, was a direct descendant of the same bloodline that possessed the unique abilities. Years ago, she had been ostracized, banished from ShadowClan for her rebellious nature and her unwavering belief in the ancient prophecy. She had spent years honing her skills, building her own following, and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The connection hit Lyra with the force of a physical blow. The revelation shattered her assumptions, adding an unforeseen layer of complexity to the conflict. It was not simply a war between two warring factions; it was a battle that struck a

There is an old saying among the ancient packs: Bound mates begin to mirror each other’s blood. Lucien’s chest tightens, a foul, bitter rage surging through his veins. I am his marked mate, bound to him by blood and bite. Yet I bear a startling, uncanny resemblance not to him, but to this rogue intelligence enforcer sitting across the table. His jaw clenches so hard the crystal wine glass in his fist begins to spider-web with cracks. Meanwhile, across the upper tier of the Obsidian Crown territory, Sienna Okafor pulls her luxury transport up to the emergency ward of the enclave hospital to pick up Ronan Blackwell.

When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable. Revenge is my life, it is my purpose, and tonight, it begins.