Sombras Tenebrosas 2 Novels & Stories

And I knew that I had to protect what was left of my family. “What are you doing Tamara?” Tenebris looked about himself nervously, the breeze licking the dead leaves and sticks of the forest flood ever nearer where he stood. “Please Tamara, you don’t have to do this. Come with me… we can be free. I love you.” He holds out a hand to me, his demonic eyes ever hopeful as he reached towards me.

said Chelsea exasperatedly controlling the desire to slap Ron for acting stupid all of a sudden . " Its not known " said Ron , his expression falling even more " That is a demon beast - the last time it was seen , Tenebris , himself reined over this world - which means thousands of year ago . Not much is known about it - I was only reciting what I learned and I only know this much too because my family well they were intrested in dark arts . " Knowing that Ron never liked talking about his family and his past, Chelsea didn't try to prompt him anymore .

Julian is the first to speak, hesitantly: "I... I don't know." As if completing the yellow-eyed demon's answer, Sam says: "The Tenebris Mountains... That's almost a hundred kilometers away." "What are the Tenebris Mountains?" "Tenebris Mountains is a remote and treacherous region," Sam replies, seeking to explain. "It is said to be a place inhabited by dark and dangerous creatures. It is also believed to harbor ancient fortresses and hidden treasures." Shandra arched an eyebrow, showing interest.

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains.

The skulls grin, their hollow eyes glowing like embers in the darkness, jaws unhinged as if caught in an eternal silent scream. Rotting floorboards splintered underfoot, barbed wire and thorns erupting with every step—nature itself conspiring to shackle me. Mariposas negras swarm in a dizzying cyclone, their wings shimmering with the same twin-skull pattern. A living kaleidoscope of death, slicing my arms like razors as I stagger forward. “Papi’s home, mijo.” Esteban’s voice slithers from the shadows. A caress of velvet laced with venom—a sound that promises pain wrapped in affection.

Tenebris growled, and lightning cackled all over his sword. “You do realize that I am as powerful as you are?” Drayton asked, and Tenebris scoffed. “You seem to forget that this is the body of the Demon hybrid, and the hybrid of the White Wolves.” Tenebris growled, and Drayton’s eyes widened. “This will be tough, but nothing will happen to Luna Scarlett.” Drayton growled, pushing me behind him again. Thane stepped forward with his sword also, stretching it towards Tenebris.

Asked Venom in awe. “Just a week,” said Umber. “But it’s been a nightmare! We’re so happy you’re here! You can save us!” “From the plants or the Soucouyant?” Asked Smoke or perhaps Mirrors. “He probably means both,” answered Mirrors or perhaps Smoke. Umber nodded at the twins. “Yes, both. They’re linked you see,” said the chief. “No, I don’t see,” said Hayden grouchily. Cory placed a hand soothingly on his arm.

One rooted deep under the Tower of London—crown ley lines corrupted, ancient stones screaming silent as the heart-nest devours history itself. The sky is perpetual twilight—swarm canopy blotting the sun, air heavy with the stench of rot and ozone. We drop from orbit as one unstoppable force. The full Court reunited—battle-hardened, bonds blazing. Seras and Lucian from Shambhala and Tokyo—sunrise and dragonfire roaring hungry. Rowan and Kayo—grimoire and foxfire synced tighter than ever, chaos and order in lethal harmony. Remy at my side—coyote-gold board screaming, eyes wild with pack fury.

"Agite Tenebrae Abyssi" Light and flashed the gate is open. Upon the distinct crimson color that engulfs the place, a black electric wave flows within the lines, curves, and words of the circle. As the black-colored electric waves pave, screams of pain, agony, and death can be heard. With the sacrifice that’s been taken, and the corpses are being absorbed from within and somewhat out of nowhere, he smiles as he laughs while screaming. “Wonderful, just wonderful!”

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.