The Nameless Ones Romane & Geschichten

“Alright. That miserable-looking one there is Elder Corvin—the one who permanently looks like he swallowed a whole, unripe lemon. Next to him is the perpetually silent Elder Theon. Then that younger-looking one, with the sharp, hawk-like eyes, that’s Darius. The silver-haired woman beside him is Lyra, the brunette with the judging eyes is Selene, and the one with the dark hair and the consistently sharper tongue is Mira.” I follow his pointing finger, trying to rapidly memorize the faces and their accompanying mental tags, nodding seriously like I’m cramming for a final exam. “Got it. Corvin, Theon, Darius, Lyra, Selene, Mira. All noted.” Then I look up at him again, my memory failing instan

After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now, something has begun to stir in the northwest, near a coastal town where strange weather, disappearances, and madness are creeping inland. Emily’s spirit lingers, tethered to the new node… and a child, born near the ruins, may carry a seed of the old darkness.

But hope and love are not always enough against true darkness. Aria looked back at the scroll, reading further. The Nameless One gathers power in the lands beyond the northern wastes. His servants multiply, his armies grow, his hunger deepens. When he is ready, he will come, and no force in this world or any other will stand against him. Unless. Unless? Aria repeated aloud.

*Nameless POV* “This is not sparkling enough, you worthless piece of trash!” Beta Diana yells while her little princess giggles. A slap on my face, a kick on my ribs and a spat on my face, I block her words and continue scrubbing the corridor. There is a much more inferior position in the Ruber pack than that of an Omega. It’s reserved for those not worthy of anything. Yes, that’s me, the nameless girl. No rights, no roots, no identity, not even worthy of a name. No one knows where I came from, if they do, they don’t talk about it.

This was not the same man he had battled day in and day out for countless eons in the past. That foe was relentless in his offense and it did not matter how little he profited from each of their engagements but he had still kept on coming like an undying plague that rose with the drumbeats of battle. "Because it really doesn't matter anymore for you to know." The Nameless One replied and flicked two of his fingers. "CRACK!" The resulting sound vibrated once and it created multiple visions that were presented before the man's guests. One was of a gorgeous woman who was naked in bed but she was dressed not with any garments whatsoever but only of a lone jewelry on her neck.

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a sto

“Actually I don’t know the names of anyone if you. I would love to learn it. Let’s start with you.” He paused, raising his head. His eyes peered at me from beyond the black mask that concealed his appearance. All of them wore the same mask. “My Luna, I don’t have a name. None of has one. Names are for people who exist. We don’t exist. We are ghosts, Shadows of the alpha. We dwell on the darkness. We are invisible unless we have to be visible. We protect the alpha, the Luna and the children of the throne, that all we are for.”

the teacher asked with a smile. Alistair eagerly raised his hand. "A-Alistair Fulton!" "And you, ma'am? Your name, please?" Winter said calmly, "Winter Everhart." "Joshua, what's the deal with this? Winter's gone too far, hasn't she?" Jasmine whispered venomously behind Joshua. "She's ignoring her own son to play mom to some other kid, and right in front of you and Terry, too! Think of the trauma this must be causing Terry! Is she even fit to be the mother of the Stroud family's heir?

However, after Camelia stepped out to take a call, she said there was an urgent matter at work that needed her attention when she came back. “Waylon, I’m sorry. This is really important.” Her voice held a hint of guilt along with her apology. I did not think much of it. These things had happened before, so I told her she did not need to come with me. After lighting the candles, I stood in front of the small tombstone, staring at the simple words that read out the name 'Polly Young'. “Mom, are you lonely down there? It’s okay if you are. I’ll be there with you soon.”

But at the same time, doing so would put so much more at risk here, and I didn't want any more complications. "They call themselves the Grimkeepers. Weird ass name if you ask me." She snorted. It was the cutest thing, and I cursed myself for enjoying it. "Defiantly haven't heard their name before." "Well, I'm sure that's because you don't use your connection to hunt down conspiracy nuts. But anyway, on to the important stuff." She stopped, taking another bite of her food before continuing.