Viltrumites Novels & Stories

While Scarlet is chanting the blue light then travels around her and up it goes it even makes her hair rise like the blue light is creating a breeze and it keeps travelling into the night sky. When it gets nearer to the end she cuts her palm and she passes the knife to me for me to do the same, I choose to cut a little to the left of the last time I cut my hand. Once that is completed, the chanting stops and we clasp hands palm to palm and the blue light flashes back through her and slams into me, I am knocked backwards across the ritual circle. I quickly look up to see that Scarlet is smiling and saying Vincent. Then she collapses to the floor, just like Prince Folen did. I try to stand up

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

“It’s like you said Megumi, you make them see what they want to see and not the real thing” The watch made a sound showing it had stopped counting. Everyone must have drank a lot for it to take effect that quick. He placed his hands over her eyes and he took in her appearance. Sweaty and stinking because of her vomit. A little bit swollen and the look of pure pain, with the way her eyebrows were scrunched up. He stood up and looking around there was nothing that caught his eye to take. He wasn’t a thief like the rest of them, so there was no need to take anything.

A large amount of spirit energy grew inside of him, and Wilbur used this to open his Iris Veritas. That was a power that he had exchanged using his grace points at the Dragon's Altar. The Iris Veritas could see through all illusions and dispel any phantasms. However, the Iris Veritas required an overwhelming amount of spirit energy to activate. That was why Wilbur had channeled his Dragon Crystal. A spiral pattern appeared in the center of Wilbur's amber pupils, turning slowly.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

I know I struck a nerve. “I know what you’re doing,” he sneers. “You’re stalling. Hoping your wolf will come and save you.” My heart skips as he chuckles—a sound that’s sick and gleeful. “She’s not coming,” he says. “Not now. Maybe not ever.” I freeze. “You know what I injected you with?” he continues casually. “It’s called Neruthium Veil—a poison bred from the roots of the Bloodshade tree, soaked in silver, enchanted with death chants. The most vicious substance known in our world. It severs the soul from the beast.”

Its howl rattled in my chest. Valentina paused, watching my reaction with sharp interest. “They are the rabids. The side effect of a weapon too powerful for its vessels.” I tore my gaze from the creature’s distorted face. “Weapon?” Her lips curved faintly. “No. The effect of a drug called Virus Meth. We call it Virus for short. A high-potency methamphetamine designed to fuse with supernatural blood. It was meant to enhance, to strengthen. Instead, it corrodes. Burns the mind until nothing remains but hunger. It's a clever way of believing the users might be the enemies. Perfect commouflage.

But out of all possibilities… it had to be the worst one. Azrion — Caelith’s worst brother. Reckless, bored, and starving for chaos. The kind of Nephilim who turns boredom into destruction. — An umbra? You sure? — he asks, just arriving at the club. A damn Victus Umbra. A Victus with Nephilim DNA remnants. A venomous rarity. Drinking her blood is almost like drinking from a Nephilim itself — except without the toxicity that would kill us. A cleaner kind of fuel.

She jammed a dream-silk grenade into the core’s coolant vent, its crystalline shell dissolving in a hissing puff of silver mist. Behind her, Lucien cleaved through the remaining guards, his blade’s edge glowing where dream-silk had sanctified the steel. He yelled over the storm’s crescendo: “Now, Vera!” She activated the grenade’s resonance. A pulse of violet energy rippled outward, fracturing every turbine disk from the inside. The great quartz turbines cracked like glass under hail, and with a final thunderous scream, they imploded—sending tendrils of raw lightning arcing harmlessly into the night sky.