Warforged Nightmare Novels & Stories

Yulia held her mother's hand and tried to remove it, but the grip was too tight. “I hate you! I hate you, Yulia Sofia Rossi!” Her mother yelled in her face. “I will only feel at ease when you're dead.” The tears trickled down her cheeks; she could feel life leaving her. However, she remembered everyone who was waiting for her. She remembered Alexander; he was waiting for her. She wasn't going to die. She grabbed her mother's hand; Sofia Rossi was dead. She died a long time ago. She was now Solia Storm.

I say, already turning to move after Amara as she disappears into the forest like she owns it. "Why about our things?" Sofia asks. "The camp we left abandoned? And why is she coming with?" "Our things will have to wait. I see you have your bag and Shaun his backpack. Besides, we should be back by tomorrow. The truck should be fine." I say. "As for why she is coming with... She will help me with something later." I dont really want a discussion about how dangerous it is to go into the witch's forest." Thalia doesn’t move right away. “Mutator hybridus,” she mutters, her brow furrowing. “I don’t like the way she said that.”

''Bad friend said, '' Now we know Fartarr had great magic that's because he was using black magic. He use to much black magic that his body start to age and he was dying. '' He was trying to possess other people's body but he soon found out that he need to possess someone's body of his own bloodline in order for him to use his power. ''Bad friend said. '' Well he tries his kids but it didn't work so he made a deal with Noami to get pregnant by Eros .to give the baby to him and she agreed but for some reason, the plan fell through and someone killed Noami before she could get pregnant'' Bad friend

"Auntie, are you okay?" "Yes child," Dagmar muttered. "Are you sure the infant was a girl?" "Positive." Chloe frowned. "Why?" "Because that means you somehow dreamt of a very rare event indeed." The old woman replied quietly. "The birth of a Shadow Wolf Queen."

"Identify.." My identify skill were special, unlike others that existed in Fantasma, mine won't be affected by this world rules. I only need to see, then I can identify anything before me. Name:Warden of Dwertur Age: 5379 Type: Skeleton King (Threat Level 9) Title: Anchor Lord of Dwertur Catacombs Dungeon Dwertur Terror Status: Physical: 12.5 Intellect: 5.1 Reflex: 6.3

As soon as he arrived, he let out his Divine Sense to scan the Dark World. He immediately detected the little bird’s aura. The little bird, Morangorin, was currently in Nightmare Welkin. Nightmare Welkin was one of the Dark World’s Nine Heavens and was also acknowledged as the strongest. The ruler of Nightmare Welkin, Maeve Yarbrough, was recognized as the strongest of the Dark World. He was a Lord that had lived a long time. During the Dark Strife, he was one of those that did not go to the deepest parts of the Unknown Region.

It was the Sturm und Drang of a consciousness outgrowing its container. "The crystalline lattice can't hold him!" Rhys shouted, his hands frantically recalibrating the containment field. "Julian isn't just a 'Ghost' anymore. By interfacing with the High Council's systems, he’s absorbed a massive amount of Universal Metadata. He’s trying to 'Compile' himself into a physical form, but he’s missing a biological blueprint!" The Star-Forge: The Last Print The Star-Forge tech they had traded from the Kozmos sat in the center of the cooling tower, a massive, obsidian-black ring of pulsating magnets. Unlike the Architects’ bio-printer, the Star-Forge didn't weave muscle; it Assembled Matter from the

“Promise me boy, that you will never accept the dark spirits into your partitioned mind. It will be the ruin of not only you but of everything you will ever love in this life.” He was serious. He saw this. He saw me. What the hell did it mean? Why was he seeing my future? “I-I don’t understand.” I stammered unable to process what he was trying to tell me. “You must never align yourself with a dark master. If you do Ulfgar, you will start a war that will take countless human and magical lives. I could not see who you would align yourself to but I could see that you will. You must change your mind, or I will break your apprenticeship with me. The things that I have seen, must never come to lif

I quivered awake from bed in an heavy breath and perspiration all over my body. I gasped in and out making an heavy sound. I looked around the room, all in good state then I strained my hair to the back, face down as I dropped my elbow on my kneel. "Arrgh!" I growled, ruffled my hair, whimpered, and gasped continuously again trying to recover from the horrible nightmare. I made a throaty sound as I heard the sound of a twist in the door.

Yuriel stood at the prow of Naglfari, the Jotun Queen’s ship made of human nails, a cursed gift of Ragnarok from her father, as it swelled in the Northern Sea. Steel beams and old rotted wood held the keratin of dead men stripped of their cuticles together, and it stank of rotten meat.