Novels by Diorace Gray

Elise hesitated to trust her kindness. She was afraid she was being fooled by a devil disguised in an angel’s halo and pair of wings. After all, devils were once angels trusted by the heavens before they flooded the earth with sinful desires. There wasn’t much of a difference between their attractive appearances. However, Elise had no time to ponder about which of the two the woman was. She had no choice but to accept her kindness in order to protect her babies.The white Porsche drove calmly amid the turbulent storm. Inside the fancy car were the woman whose name was Leticia Maximillan – a director of a nearby orphanage where they were driving to – the driver named Jose, and Elise with her two babies. The air conditioner dried up Elise and the babies who were sleeping soundly in her arms. The little angels had gone through a lot just to survive and live that even a peaceful slumber was too hard of a blessing for them.After a while of twists an

Loud screams and screeching shrills filled the shaking bus swaying and shivering in fear. The frightened driver could not get himself to move the bus while the passengers were frantic as they panicked upon the manticore’s unmerciful antic. It was chaotic. They all thought they would die as the lion-headed monster with gigantic dragon wings climbed up the bus’ roof. Its huge scorpion tail ripped the roof open like it was some kind of tin can. The passengers who seemed like scared sardines hurdled together in fear. The ‘preys’ prayed that the predator above them would show them mercy. However, no matter how heartless or harmless a monster was, in the eyes of humans, it would always be a monster still – unable to feel mercy and unworthy of mercy.“Show yourself!” it roared angrily.The passengers quivered as their skin paled under the moonless, rainy night. Elise tightened her embrace on the babies she hid behind her cloak, silenc

Th The sky was crowded with dark cottons of nimbus when Elise found herself being surrounded by the shadows of huge, tall trees all wet with the weeps of the heavy storm. It was as if the oceans had reached the mountains because everything, including Elise and the baby boy she was holding, were completely drenched in rain. Everything was dark and gloomy, like how Elise was feeling. Elise ran as fast as she could amid the crooked paths of the dark woods. It was like she was being chased by the lightning which broke her broom. The poor, little baby boy in her arms continued to cry along with the wrath of the sky. Elise could not make him stop crying either. She, too, was holding back her tears. It was an unfortunate scene. Both the mother and the child were orphans struggling to survive. The roads began to appear as Elise neared the end of the woods. Just as she was about to make her final step to freedom, a loud and helpless cry stopped her. She looked back. T

Werewolves from the same pack had something in common – a moon anklet. It was made to distinguish the different packs from the Kingdom of Zaldigore, where werewolves live among themselves. The alpha rubbed his eyes; he did not want to believe what he was seeing – a blue moon anklet with a Roman capital B marked on it. However, he could not lie to himself. His mind was filled with questions as he finally recognized who the familiar wolf was. It was the beta of his pack.“Clarence!” the alpha shouted, but the wolf named Clarence ignored him and continued to destroy the whole cabin. “No, stop! Don’t hurt her!” Cliden yelled when the wolf’s eyes landed on Viansel who was still unconscious and oblivious of the situation.“Tworgcriticas!” Elise yelled out of the blue.The wolf was about to launch on the unconscious princess when Elise unexpectedly charmed him with her wand which she just found

Elise did not know a lot of werewolves and she was barely acquainted with other beings other than Gustavo, a few dwarves, and her own kind. One of those few werewolves she knew because of social status and popularity was standing in front of her – using an old door as support, wounded and was barely keeping his eyes open.“Save her,” Alpha Cliden pleaded. “Please. Save us.”“I’m sorry, you came to the wrong place,” Elise responded coldly. She was about to close the door when the alpha suddenly kneeled, his eyes tired and desperate as he looked at Elise with a begging expression. However, she was a stubborn witch and her heart was too broken to feel mercy and compassion. With a stone-cold glance, she ignored the alpha’s desperate plea. She tried to close the door for the second time, but she stopped on her tracks when the alpha moved aside.Elise’s eyes widen in surprise as the alpha revealed a wounded,

“I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong person,” Elise countered and walked past him, a little bothered by the old dwarf’s accusation. “It wasn’t me,” Elise told herself for quite some time after she parted ways with the nosy, little, old dwarf. She shook that thought off of her head and went off to find a place to stay for the night. However, it never once left her mind.As she was passing by a dark alley, she heard rebellious teenagers talk about her as they smoke pots of weed. Elise scrunched her nose in annoyance. She knew kids like them who reeked of smoke and alcohol were unreliable agents of rumors. However, as she saw her face printed on the wanted posters plastered on the walls around her, she knew rumors became the truth for the majority of the Xornozians. Facts were twisted on purpose – she was sure of it! She ripped off the posters angrily and stomped her way towards an unfamiliar door at the end of the alley, thinkin