The Nameless Ones Romane & Geschichten

They had learned to trust their instincts, and something about the way the shadows seemed to shift and swirl made them feel uneasy. As they approached the exit, a sudden movement caught their attention. A figure, shrouded in darkness, stepped out of the shadows. "You can't leave yet," the figure hissed, its voice filled with malice. Ken and Emilia tensed, their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons. "Who are you?" Ken demanded, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The figure stepped closer, revealing itself to be a woman with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing a mask that covered the lower half of her face. "My name is Lilith," she said, a hint

Demir answered. “Give me all the files that I needed to see. I want to feed the curiosity of the press out there.” Harry handed him all the information he need to see and all in one folder. “Frank Miller,” “Do you want me to do something on that man?” Harry curiously asked. Demir chuckled. “No, let me do it by myself. We’re not yet done.” then he separated all the papers in two. “I will expose him to the world. I will make sure that his nightmare will be the worst.”

He informed Alex. "Gods never abandon their followers or their chosen ones; they always stand by the special ones. Hence, the reason why Ogundele, the son of Ladele, the son of Awero (his mother's name), is sitting in the middle of this shrine, at midnight is to get fortified. I plead with all the gods present in this shrine to accept him as the chosen one that he was destined to be. I seek your protection over him as he embarks on the war he is destined to fight. May he conquer all the forces he encounters in the course of the war. May he end up as the triumph." He chanted, as he gave Alex the cut.

Because the Bloodmoon had not shattered the bond. It had reforged it. The Nameless One reeled, sensing the change. The master turned toward the shadows. "Kill them," it ordered. The void creatures surged forward. The pack charged. And the real battle began. The battlefield burned. Silver fire clashed against the void, sparks scattering like dying stars. The pack moved as one faster, stronger, sharper. They weren’t just wolves. They were the bond itself. Reborn. Reforged. And they would not fall.

He was one of the only other werewolves at The Donatus Academy; Angel and the headmaster, being the other two there. As if the scene was from a horror movie. The thick, but sweet metallic scent of blood filled the air. Being able to taste the metallic essence from the smell, was an effect it seemed to have with it. Unable to tell who the body belonged to, but there was another scent added to the mix as well. Something he had smelled before, though couldn’t quite place his finger on. All he could see was, the body was up against the shower walls; stabbed through the chest with the shower head and piping. Nikolias moved closer to the girl that was in there. Her name was Ester Magnolia, and she

Smoke curled upward, shimmering with colors that didn’t belong in the natural world. “Our ancestors speak of a creature beyond the Veil,” the envoy said. “The Nameless One. The Wolf With No Face.” The smoke twisted into the form of a massive wolf—a body wrapped in shadow, with no features save for endless emptiness. “He existed before the First Breath. Before even the Moon Goddess laid the foundations of balance. A soul forged in the absence of all things. He was banished beyond the veil for devouring the spirits meant to guide creation.” “But something’s calling him back,” Iris murmured.

"And this chat record is well-forged, but you missed one detail." He held up the paper, pointing at the word ‘Darling’. "Leah is stubborn. She never uses pet names, not even me. My caller ID in her phone is still 'Timothy'." Rochell's face paled instantly. "No... No! Timothy, let me explain..." Bang! The wooden door of the treatment room was kicked open with force. Chad strode in with two pack enforcers, dragging a male werewolf who had been beaten beyond recognition. It was the leader of that group of Rogues.

“What happened?” “Rogue hybrids,” Gemma answered. “They hit two border villages before dawn.” My stomach tightened. “Rogues? From where? There haven’t been any hybrid factions since the war.” “That’s the problem,” Gemma said, shaking her head. “They’re calling themselves the Moonless Ones. And they took prisoners.” Damon cursed under his breath. “How many?” “Twenty. Maybe more. They left one guard alive just to deliver a message.” Gemma looked at me. “And it was for you.”

"Stay if you want. For as long as you like." She knew very well that their identities were a huge hidden danger to each other, and they shouldn't have any interaction at all. But her weak soul coveted a little warmth, sinking into it and refusing to sober up. Looking out the window, the silvery-white world was so cold. The overwhelming severe cold obliterated all will. "Thank you, Figo. My name is Yilan."

By mid-noon, the two female teammates of Oscar woke up. One was a skinny girl by the name of Nina, who had short blonde with a simple maroon and white color combined dress and black stockings. She was a mage but Evy noted she didn't have a staff like Santina. Oscar was kind enough to explain to the girl that she’s very adept in long-range support with three attributes. She was very nervous that she wouldn't make eye contact with her and Santina. Evy wasn’t too keen on scaring her so she didn’t try to force Nina in talking but the other woman in their team didn’t seem to have the same problem.