Sith Species Novels & Stories

The turbid breath exhaled in their slumber had the capacity to tear the fabric of the chaotic void, unveiling dreamlike cosmic chiliocosms. They were the progenitors of the extraterrestrial race, the alpha and omega of the enigmatic beings. Their names were Infernatur and Damnatur. To the uninitiated, and sometimes even to their own kind, it was widely believed that Infernatur and Damnatur were distinct entities. However, they were but facets of the same being.

Marcus curiously asked. "Don't worry about that, Alpha. You'll get to meet each other sooner. The two of you are destined to be together." Kai explained. "Kai, do you have any idea about my son's mate?" Margareth asked. "So that, it will be easier for us to find her." "I don't know anything about her, Margareth. But based on my vision, she came from a powerful species." There are several species in the underworld. There are spirits, werewolves, vampires, fairies, mermaids and etc. They are harmoniously living with one another. But if chaos gonna took place just like what the Oracle said then, that'll be a big problem.

“No. Caro doesn’t have any power of her own. But she can steal anyone’s power. She is a Siphoner.” “Siphoner? I thought she was a witch.” “Siphoners are also a witch, rejected from their coven for being an abomination of Nature because they had no power of their own but did possess a rare power that allowed them to siphon magic from other sources and use that magic for their own purposes. Despite the fact that siphoners are born with these abilities and may face harsh treatment when discovered. They appear to be rare and few in numbers, although they are rather controversial because they have the potential to become witch-vampire hybrids.” Liara explained in detail before adding, “Odo!! I wa

For the first time, Luna could imagine the man who had once commanded an entire civilization. “The Devourer was never a single creature.” The crack widened, and movement became visible beneath the stone. One shape passed through the darkness, followed by another and then dozens more. “It was a species,” Aren said. Darius drew his sword as Luna called her fire. Beside Onyx, Aurora shifted into her wolf, while Kael pulled both knives from their sheaths. Cassian closed his eyes for a moment. “We came very close to leaving with one uncomplicated victory.”

“In the middle of the Great War, the humans realized that they needed protection. The Witches were also becoming power hungry and the humans were in danger. So they prayed hard. Some of the good Witches aided their prayers. For a whole month, the humans prayed and prayed around Veneer.” “Whether it was the power of their prayers or something else, nature listened to them. From the powers of Veneer, Sitva was born. A creature who is a mix of Werewolves and Vampires but stronger and deadlier than all of them. He was the Golden Creature, the one destined to unite all species.” “He single handedly killed many armies, protecting the weak creatures from all species. His powers surpassed than that

Others separated themselves from the humans they once were altogether and formed secluded societies within their ranks. Kings were appointed, and new civilizations were built. With time, they discovered they were immortals but not indestructible. There were many supernatural entities who could cause them harm; however, the ones most lethal were and still are the sirens. Something in their biological makeup gives them the power to wield a force that can incinerate us at will. Many werecreatures who have faced sirens compared the pain of their injuries to having your innards set on fire—and others compared it to being drowned with acid.

Then finally “They tried to control the universe.” “That doesn’t explain genocide.” His eyes met hers. Cold. Honest. “They started by destroying my world.” The words hung heavy in the air. Seraphine felt a chill run down her spine. “Your… world?” “My species,” he said quietly. “My people.” Something inside her shifted. “You’re not a wolf.” “No.” “Not human.” “No.” She swallowed slowly. “What were you?” For the first time since she had met him There was something fragile in his expression.

Jeff crushed the maid brutally before collapsing back to himself, dazed and horrified. Arwenna stood up, her voice cold. "Do you know which specie this maid came from?". Arwenna stepped closer. She was a Shadeborn, a special kind of specie from the Banshee bloodline". Jeff's eyes froze, his eyes wide in terror as his gaze flicked from the corpse back to Arwenna. "You know what that means right". Arwenna patted his cheeks. "She'll come for you... To destroy your soul. To deform it. To make sure you never, ever rest ".

Anya, a revered elder amongst the Guardians, now a frail yet vibrant figure, watched a young recruit train in the combat simulator. The recruit, a vibrant Xylosian with shimmering iridescent scales, weaved through a simulated asteroid field, her movements a blur of grace and agility. Anya, a flicker of amusement playing on her lips, felt a pang of nostalgia. The galaxy had evolved. Technological advancements had blurred the lines between species, with bio-engineered enhancements and advanced prosthetics becoming commonplace.

And when they do, their energy will be stored, transferred, and ready to be used for something remarkable. The rebirth of a species and the creation of a new one. Once witches were the dominant species on the planet. The wolves were our slaves, and the humans little more than food or fuel. With this power, we will be able to shift reality back to the way it should have been all along. “How much longer do you need me to stay here,” I can feel my core tightening at the thought of Slate pounding into me.