Novel & Cerita The Legion Of The Damned Book

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

But now what. She never knew that she's gonna end up in a more worst nightmare. She closed her eyes feeling her leg burning because of the wound. Luciana: I hate you, Father. I hate you. Help me Lily please help me. She mumbled to herself while sobbing and crying on her cruel fate. Damon Pov I kicked the glass table making it break into pieces. Damon: MAX. MAXWELL I yelled at my man's name. He came towards me and looked at the shattered glass table on the floor with a confused frown.

Trigger warning ( sensitive topics like self hurt )- The Dark Lord pulled his nails out one by one. He seemed like he was relishing in that pain. Every time he pulled his flesh out along with each nail, a new one grew, almost immediately in its place. His legs were grazing above the fire and chewed on that metal blade. It was the same for all his organs. Every time it got severed it immediately regenerated as if adding salt to his sadistic fornication. As he repeated it again and again, his eyes rolled up and he arched his neck back, as if reaching his climax.

Blood rushed through my ears as I heard anger, sadness, and duty. "Fight if you can," Damien's voice came through the darkness. But if nothing is done, the realms will drown. It was a flash like I'd never felt before. There was a rush of light into the room. Across the gap, flames broke out. Shadows screamed and dissolved. Lucian was burned but still alive when he fell against the shrine. His cloak ripped. He coughed, blood dripping from his side. “Elara…” he whispered, voice broken. I dropped Aaron and ran to him, kneeling beside him, hands shaking as I dragged him toward me.

Mommy and Daddy were dead. Cobra might be dead. Tyron might be dead. I was tired. So tired of running. Maybe if I died, I would see them again. That thought made me feel sad but happy. I opened my mouth and swallowed the liquid on purpose. It burned down my throat like hot pepper. My eyes watered. My chest felt tight. The world started moving strangely. The trees leaned sideways. The red glow stretched into a long line. The men’s voices sounded far away, like they were underwater.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

“A following. Old blood loyalists. They call it the Ember Reign.” Seraphina set her cup down. “Where?” “East of Aelar. Near the Ash Valleys. His forces are growing.” “And what does he want?” she asked, though she already knew. “The throne you refused,” Dante replied. “The one made of bone.” --- Lucien returned from a skirmish with a burn across his chest and blood on his blade. “They’re fanatics,” he said. “Willing to die just to carve his name into the world.”

******** When he finally got past his own guards, allowing only a couple to escort him… he arrived at his reading room. The reading room had belonged to his father once, and before that.. his father’s father and like that on. So there were years of deep history here. Damien entered alone, carrying only a lantern. He began pulling books from shelves one after another. Treatises on curses. Accounts of rogue shamans. Scrolls on blood oaths. Manuals on mind fracture during war. Nothing on what he needed. He kept going as the minutes became an hour. Then more. “Fuck..” he cursed in frustration as he still hadn’t found anything.

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

- I added after a moment. - Christina, how can you compare this freak of nature to human beings?- my mother yelled at me, getting up from her chair and letting both hands crash onto the table top with a bang, making me shiver slightly.- Humans are the natural inhabitants of the Earth, they took possession of it, they were made rulers of this place, with everything that lives on it. Vampires, on the other hand, are Satan's minions, same as demons, so just like them, they should burn in the depths of Hell.- she preached to me, then took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment.- I know that you are still young and naive, but you cannot approach everyone with such confidence. There are bein