Skylander Undead Novels & Stories

Not after what I had done. Then Zara’s voice came through the wood. “Skye, listen. Zane is still on the rooftop. He’s on the edge. He’s threatening to jump. He said he can’t live like this anymore.” Red’s voice joined in, shaking. “He’s serious, Skye. He’s standing there crying, saying if you don’t come back and say yes, he’s going to end it. Please. You have to come.”

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

I couldn't move or speak. Nemera opened my eyes. Noah stepped forward, clutching my hand. "Sadie, what's happening to you? What's going on?" Nemera gently withdrew her hand from his grasp, tears glimmering in her eyes. "Which truth do you want to hear? Do you want to know why my body is covered in scars from abuse? Do you want to know how our child died? Or do you want to know why my personality has changed so drastically? "Noah, if I tell you everything right now, will you dare to listen to me?"

"Alpha Luciano!" Beta Chris called, as he entered into the Alpha's office. "Not now Beta Chris, I'm busy" Alpha Luciano replied, his eyes still fixed on his laptop. "You have to see this, now!" He emphasized the word, and Alpha Luciano looked at him. "What is it?" He asked, and they both hurriedly left the house. "Look!" Beta Chris said, pointing at the wonder in the sky. It was an Eclipsed Union.

I know deep down that it's not over between Andrew and Eric. When I get to the pack house, Drake is already in the office with Beta Jim and others. I notice a new person who I later learn is from Alpha Lazarus' pack. Drake appraises me on the plans by Alpha Lazarus to strike us, with the main target being me. I am very worried that it has escalated into this. He tells me about the presence of mercenaries in our pack.

"Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more! And as for your capabilities as Luna, I have seen firsthand that you are empathetic and emotional without being timid or self- indulgent. At the same time, you are resilient and strong without being cold and unfeeling. It is a delicate balance that you somehow maintain effortlessly, and I have experienced recently that you don't mind breaking the rules for the sake of som

"That doesn't make any sense." "Unless…" Jace stops. "Unless what?" she snaps at him, lifting her head, her blue eyes flashing amber. "Nothing," he shakes his head. "No! Go ahead, say it," she growls. "Go ahead! Say it! Say it! Grayson is sending us alone, without protection! Not because he needs the help here, but because he's offering us to Thantos! Right!? Say it! We're all thinking it!" Jace sighs. "It's possible that Alpha Grayson doesn't know Thantos's reputation for killing children."

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground. Hex was typically a small man who looks harmless, but he was a special breed of puca. He could shapeshift into anything, and my personal favorite was the wendigo; An eight feet tall creature, if his back weren’t hunched he would hit the ceiling of the garage, he had nothing but bones and flesh with patches of black and brown fur here and there, horns like a woodland animal, his face was skeletal, and if he weren’t too busy eating the humans, I would have almost called him cute.