Romans & histoires Supernatural Mannequin 3: The Reckoning

Sameer suddenly shouted aggressively, "Mr. Adrian, why waste words with him?! He’s a demon! Let's just kill him!" However, the man shot Sameer a fierce gaze, instantly rendering Sameer’s group witless. The Valor Supremes dared not meet the man’s gaze, but the man did not move against them either. His presence alone was enough to intimidate them into silence. At this tense moment, Zector addressed the man, "Father, now that you have awakened, please return to the demon realm. There should be a spatial rift here. With your abilities, it should be easy for you to go back."

Gideon called out again. Just walking away like this felt like a missed opportunity. So, without the man's consent, he shot a few golden needles into the man's body. He was planning to forcibly administer treatment using Draconic Acupuncture. But right then, the man convulsed. His energy erupted, becoming wildly unstable. He suddenly went berserk and roared madly, "Kill! Kill! Kill… Who am I? Who are you? Hah, whatever! Everyone dies! Kill!" The force the rotting man unleashed was formidable. Gideon suspected that, at his peak, the man had been a Supreme.

The chain-link railing rattled with every step, each sound echoing like a countdown. Marcus Kane stepped into the light. Time had carved him cruel. His hair was silver at the edges, his face scored with lines, but his eyes were the same — cold, sharp, gleaming with possession. His cut was newer, Serpent patch stitched bold across the back, but the blade at his hip was old, worn, the same knife that had taken Elaine, that had cut Ghost, that had carved Rhett down into the dirt. Emily’s stomach twisted, bile burning her throat. But her feet held. Her hand didn’t shake. She aimed steady, her voice steady.

“Yes, I know everything… except that. Only Trunks knows who’s behind him. That person owns the game—moves every pawn. We don’t even know if it’s a man or woman, but rumors say he’s fearless, cruel, and terrifyingly strategic. He’s the reason H and Sash became twice as powerful after Mr. and Mrs. Choi died.” “Shit,” Angelique muttered. “So how do we find out who he is?” “I’ll think about it,” Ryan said with a smirk. “I’ll let you know.” “Do that,” she said, standing. “Or,” he teased, “we could play a little game first?” “In your dreams,” she said sharply. “Better start working on how we can find that mysterious puppet master.” “Got it, boss,” Ryan said with a mocking salute. “And remember—you

As Leo said those words, a scene as terrifying as ever unfolded before me, Leo moved his hands, cackling as he pointed at one of the revolting men. The man levitated before us all, he kicked and struggled but the invincible hold Leo had was stronger and as Leo curled his fingers, the man's flesh began to deteriorate. "I am a mere omega." Leo began to speak, blood oozed from the man, "A lowly one, a mere one, but I can do this!" The man's bones were visible now, "And this!" Those bones fell to the ground turning to ash, "Does anyone have any other thing to say?!"

Tristan follows behind me and takes a seat when I gesture for them too. “What’s going on, Rowan?” Mikhail asks. My lips twist into a grimace as I consider what to say. “I’m glad that you’re all here.” I wave a hand in Tristan’s direction. “All of you know Tristan already.” Tristan nods his head in acknowledgment. “Tristan is not just my brother, but he’s also the master of the Halo that I work for. Over the past couple of months, several Supernatural students have gone missing from our school. We recently found out that they were murdered, and parts of their bodies were used to construct some kind of Frankenstein monster. It’s pretty gruesome and puzzling at once. Due to the severity of the

Sir Anton watched in shock as the enormous demon that he could not do anything against was engulfed by the talisman's energy that the senior in front of him had thrown. It was roaring in pain. How powerful that talisman's spell was for this demon who ignored his spell to scream in pain? "Can you still move?" The figure in front of him had his back on him. He did not recognize his voice but from his suit and umbrella, he could tell he was a grim reaper. But who is he? He had never seen such a powerful man in Association. "....I can still move." "That's good. Take your colleague away. I'll handle the rest."

"You succeeded because I allowed you to succeed. Because I need you here, Daren. Your presence completes the ritual." He gestured to the altar where Isabella lay chained. "The mother who gave you life. The uncle who gave you power. The nephew who carries the Relic. All three, connected by blood and magic, gathered in one place during the new moon. Perfect symmetry. Perfect timing. Perfect power." A woman stepped from the shadows behind Manel—young, beautiful in an unnatural way, with features too perfect to be entirely human. Her eyes swirled with colors that shouldn't exist, and power radiated from her in waves that made Shahira gasp.

“Obviously? She’s dead, remember? I’m Lucy Solace.” Then Bryan remembered the day he drove Ginger to her surgery. “Listen, you’ll see the full effect of the surgery in three months, and you’ll feel the pain within those months,” Dr. Guevarra said. “So after three months, you’d better go back here for a check-up, Ginger.” “Okay, got it,” Ginger responded and smiled. “Let’s start the procedure and kill Ginger. Lucy Solace will be born soon.” His eyes widened, “It’s really you?! Wow, look how much you’ve changed.”

SELENE “Aaargh!’ The screams echoes in the air mingling with the thick scents of burning sage and the coppery tang of blood. It clings to the dark stone walls of my sanctum, a place that has seen countless rituals and punishments over the decades. The flickering light from the sconces casts eerie, dancing shadows, making the room feel alive with a sinister presence. My sanctuary, my domain, where no one dares defy me. Except this bitch. The woman's screams echoes through the space, each cry sharper, more desperate than the last. How dare she covet what is mine? Mine. The supreme coven mistress. I sneer down at her limp body, bound to an iron chair at the center of the room, with enchanted ch