The air was frigid and I couldn't move. Where am I? I couldn't see anything and it felt like my body was going to explode, something was strangling me to death. I attempted to reach my wand, but my hands were frozen in fear. This has never happened before! This place feels as if it's filled with the darkest magic. Is... this my final resting place? The unknown force continued to strangle me. My whole body was shaking. The strangling suddenly loosened, but my fear did not cease. A door opened and was slammed shut. There were two men speaking and one sounded strangely familiar. It sent shivers through my spine.
“So you brought him eh”, a man with a deep voice said.
“Yes, just as you requested”, another man replied.
“Ah... Excellent”, the other man said.
“Now, where are my promised goods?”
I opened my eyes and had sight of them for the first time. Although I couldn't see clearly, I could see that one was wearing a mask and the other was tall and wearing black robes. Then it hit me. By Orthrus, it's him! What's he doing here! He was defeated by that young ice wizard, Tavia, ages ago!
“Goods? What goods?”, the tall man said with a grin.
“T-T-The goods that you promised!”, the other man flinched.
“Humph. There was no goods promised fool”, he shouted with his eyes flaring.
The tall man pulled out a staff. The other man backed up and readied his staff also.
“What are you doing?!”, the masked man said.
“I have no use for you anymore Vladmir”, the tall man said. “I might as well trap you back in
that labyrinth prison that you were in.”
“This is madness Malistaire! We are brothers of darkness!”
“Too late Vladmir, I can't have anyone know that I've risen again.”
Malistaire summoned his soul servants. Their bodies we...
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... to give Tavia her very own Ianthine Spectre and Charcoal Colossus for your quest against Malistaire. They will grant you special powers. Don't forget to train them everyday.”
They gave Tavia two eggs. One of them gave me the chills and I figured that it was a death creature. Ugh... I always hated the undead.
“Here's your key to Celestia Tavia,” Zeke said “It's one of the three fabled Celestia keys.”
Tavia stared in amazement as Zeke handed her the key. I was shocked that Zeke had one of them. I thought I was the only one with one. I can thank Sylvia for that. No one else needs to know about it.
“This time Malistaire is going down,” Tavia formed her hand into a fist, “ For sure.”
Everyone cheered. As for the young wizard, I now know that a great destiny awaits her. Even if I did doubt Ambrose's judgement. Celestia's gonna be a bumpy ride! I HATE RIDES!
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
" What is it " I asked looking at them in concern. Voltaire pushes them out the door and hushes them. He brought back a small piece of armor and I looked in the reflection.
“this is going to be a treasure” Kristina stated from the other side of the room
Come with me as I take you inside one of the most haunted locations in the United States today. It is a journey down dark hallways and into rooms painted by both shadow and light where spirits talk and phantoms walk. St. Albans Sanatorium is a destination known by serious paranormal investigators as a place where they can seek answers to the mysteries of what lies beyond death. Some of these investigators were able to find resolutions for themselves to a number of these age old riddles through their experiences at the sanatorium. The frightening and true stories found within the pages of this book are about these inquisitive investigators’ encounters with The Ghosts of St. Albans Sanatorium.
I went in to the front lounge and sat on the sofa, all of a sudden I was floating in this black void, I was in complete darkness but I could still see my arms and legs, I could here a voice calling, a cold eerie voice but I didn't understand it.
“Open up!” Father opened the door, in the hall we saw three guards all armed with
When the twins first discovered the dead airman on the top of the mountain, they assumed it was a beast and ran to tell the others.
Squatting on the ground, I was weeping. I couldn’t see anything, not even my hand although it was not far from me. I made my eyes widely open to make sure if my eyes went blind or not. When it was around 8pm, I started looking for the window. Touching my hands on the corners of the room, I finally found it. I used up all my energy opening the window, but it was covered with hard dust and it was rigid. I fell down, and cried a lot. I couldn’t sleep throughout the whole night, because I was hungry and thirsty. In addition to this, it was cold in the middle of that night. I was shivering and coughing persistently. Time passed, and it was early in the morning, but nothing
were springing up from the ground. Jason hid from them, but then came up with a plan for getting rid of
"Patroclus," Achilles started, his voice notably low and serious in comparison to the cheerful tone it had been just seconds before. "Do not move."
As all of this was taking place, I was frozen. Something strange was happening to me. It was as if every single cell in my body was screaming at me to move, yet I still remained stuck in place. My heart beat rapidly, my breath quickened and everything around me slowed to a crawl. I drew my pistol. The last thing I remember was clearing leather and raising my
The voices in my head become a swelling crescendo. I forcefully grab my head in between my hands as the words echo through my skull. Pain pulsates with every word. I squeeze my temples hard with my palms but the pain is unbearable. Clawing at my face, a scream rips through me; sapping every last drop of energy in my body. Like a rag doll, I collapse onto the cold concrete floor as a growing darkness overcomes me.
Shivering in the blasting cold night, the words fear and death invaded my soul and lamentably waited for the deathblow. The darkness of the lemon orchard under the full moon hidden behind long, high parallels of cloud was accelerating my fear and advancing the idea of `suddenly disappearing` in my mind. I had never thought of death before. The rows of lemon tree standing like elite soldiers made me feel like an enemy soldier captured in war and was being taken to be executed by guillotine. A shotgun was targeted towards my head which made my eyes and legs become paralysed; thus I could not feel or sense anything. My eyes looking blindly and my legs walking briskly with the question” will I die” stuck on my mind like a tick attaches into skin.
The barrelbird landed on his shoulder and startled him. “Er, I'm Brock, this is Perseus, Georgie, and Ernst. The dragon is Longflame and the bird on my shoulder is as of yet unnamed.”