Tale Of The Forsaken Mage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The guards shoved me forward. “What is that?” I demanded. “What are you doing? What is this?” No one even pretended they might answer. A mage stepped out from the shadows, robed in midnight colors. His hands were covered in intricate tattoos that glowed faintly with every movement. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, which was deeply comforting. Nothing reassures a person like their fate being determined by someone who looks like they have not slept since the last eclipse. “You stand before a passage between realms,” he intoned. “A doorway to a world devoid of power. Devoid of allies. Devoid of return.”

A dark shadow pounced on me seconds after I stepped through the door. My senses were immediately permeated with the pungent scent of a corpse. I grabbed my blessed sword with one hand and pulled out a suppression talisman with the other. The ghost mother shrieked as the smell of charred flesh wafted through the air. She had burned her hand when she grabbed the sword. My teacher, Zack Waters, had carved the sword from a thousand-year-old peach tree after it was struck by lightning. He had ended up giving the sword to me instead of Gabriel, which was why Gabriel always complained about Zack favoring me.

He just looked at me, waiting. So I told them everything. The book. The drawing. The Forsaken. The Shadow. No one interrupted. When I finished, the silence stretched long and heavy. "A Forsaken," Kael said finally. The word sounded strange in his voice. "I've heard it. Stories. Warnings told to pups to keep them in line." His jaw tightened. "I thought they were myths." "They're not," I said. "He's real. And he's been here the entire time."

With a deep, Minotaur roar he surged forward, raising his large axe with the intent of cleaving the Mage nearest him. Zalikhe turned at the sound of his roar. She sent a strong burst of mystical energy at him. It struck him in the chest, and the tall warrior stumbled. She cast a second one and he stopped, tumbling forward in pain, as the axe fell heavily to the ground. He was unable to rise with the pain racing through him. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw the Mages heading through the doors with their prize. His frustrated roar echoed across the grounds.

Elsie and her yet-to-be-revealed soulmate. My new book titled "Daggers In The Hearts: A Marriage For Revenge" will be out this weekend, along with Elsie's Story, which title is yet to be revealed. ** Daggers In The Hearts BLURB ** Orphan. Abused. Marriage. Enslaved. And now, Revenge! When Zhanna was fifteen, she lost her parents and her uncle took her in.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

My grandmother passed before I was born due to grief, but I've been told she was a very remarkable lady. A door closing makes me jump, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn off the shower and grab the towel, drying off as I step out. I grab the clothes he gave me, enjoying these ones a lot more already. I throw them on, enjoying the clean casual clothes. I look in the mirror, seeing the red dye from my hair fading away to leave my bright white hair showing. I grab my hair and tie it up in a bun, trying to hide the white showing through. My fathers words echoing in my head yet again, and yet I had let Talon see my wolf. "He is our mate. You will not keep me from him." Freya snarls. "The moon

K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others. Mr Tibe was a man — maybe an entity with how hard it was to lay eyes on him — who sold everything illegal, with roots of power embedded so deep in the state, his empire might still be standing after I’d take him down. But that's okay, if I have to cut down every fucking branch myself, then that's what I'll do. I'd already lost someone to that, and while I didn't have any more siblings, I had a mom. And she had friends that had siblings.

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.