Whor Novels & Stories

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

she whispered. A low growl answered her question, coming from ahead. The growl grew louder, followed by the sound of claws scraping against stone. Olivia’s breath hitched as a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. “It seems they’ve planned for more than just men,” Victor whispered, with a smirk on his lips. The creature stepped into the light; a massive wolfhound with black fur and bared fangs, its eyes fixed on them. Olivia’s fingers tightened around her gun as fear passed through her.

Others rush the injured to Cerberus’s gates, where the guardian beast protects the medical teams. Then it happens. The enemy unleashes their gods. We knew this was coming. We studied the line-up. Whiro, Māori god of the dead, appears first. His reptilian-human hybrid form is pure nightmare fuel. He devours souls—any souls—and grows stronger with every bite. Watching him swallow demons whole is disturbing. Then comes Ahriman, the Iranian god of strife, slithering forward on a serpent body, his face a chaos Picasso would worship. Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

The three of them didn't need to teleport anymore because the ritual place was right in front of them. The girl's body with long curly hair hovered about a meter above the ground. Her face was facing the sky with a blank expression while her hands twitched stiffly at her sides. Dozens of other Sriwijaya witches stood around her muttering sacred spells in Old Javanese. Meanwhile, Hugo sat on his own two feet, just below Barbara with his arms stretched upward like adoration and muttering. His eyeballs turned completely black. “Argh!” Dona and her friends were shocked. Their other friend was lying on his stomach with an iron stabbed from his back to his chest. Blood seeped from under his body a

She asked, growing angry at his accusations. “She is a Vurthron, a black widow and a killer.” He replied. What the heck?

“But-“ “Hey!” We look up, my hand slipping out of his grasp, and standing there with some kid I’ve never seen before is Rob. Must be the new kid, then. The two of them are about the same height, and he’s just as lanky as Rob, but that’s where the similarities end. His skin is a lot lighter, and it’s obvious he doesn’t have a drop of anything in his blood. He’s the type of white that burns in the shade, but when he looks up from the floor, I see that it contrasts his blue eyes. Newbie’s dressed nicely as well – a gold watch glints from his wrist as he gives us a little wave. He’s casually wearing white Air Force 1s that took me a month’s wages to get the same pair. He’s definitely got money t