Novels by sfavour117

Gaia hesitated outside the towering doors of the Chamber of Truth, her heart beating faster with every passing second. The faint echoes of whispered voices seeped through the heavy wood, but the moment she stepped inside, silence fell.The room was vast, its walls adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to shift under the flickering torchlight. At the center of the chamber stood a circular table, and seated around it were five figures cloaked in deep crimson robes—the Blood-Smiths. Each of them radiated an aura of authority that pressed against Gaia’s chest like an invisible weight.As she stepped closer, the Blood-Smiths rose in unison, bowing low in a gesture that sent a ripple of unease through her. Why would they bow to her? She wasn’t royalty, nor did she hold any title of significance.“The greatest prophecy,” one of them greeted, his voice deep and reverberating. “It is an honor to be in your presence.”She opened her mouth to respond but faltered, unsure of what to say. Be

“She’s everything we hoped for,” Kieran said, his voice heavier now, almost unrecognizable. “Her blood is utterly pure—the strongest we’ve seen in centuries.”The Keeper of Flames stepped forward, his fiery aura intensifying. “Then the time for caution has passed. She must face the ritual.”“The girl suspects nothing,” Kieran assured them, a smirk twisting his features. “She’s too trusting, too naive. But we can’t delay much longer. Every moment she remains here, her power grows. If we’re not careful, she’ll outmatch even us.”The Herald of Dread stepped closer, his chilling presence making the room feel colder. “Then we waste no time. Prepare the rituals. Either she proves herself worthy… or she becomes nothing more than a memory.”Kieran’s smirk faded, replaced by a grim determination. “She won’t fail,” he said, though whether it was confidence or hope that fueled his words was unclear. “She can’t.”The tension in the chamber was palpable, the ominous words hanging in the air as if

Gaia found herself drawn to Kieran's easy charm, as she walked beside Kieran, her footsteps echoing faintly in the vast corridors of the citadel. The walls were adorned with carvings of ancient battles and mystical symbols, but her attention was drawn more to Kieran. There was something unexpectedly calming about him, so different from the heavy seriousness of the Bloodsmiths."Can I ask you something?" she began, glancing at him curiously.Kieran smirked, his silver eyes gleaming under the dim light. "You can ask anything, but I might not answer everything."She gave him a skeptical look but pressed on. "Why do you look so... different from the others? I mean, they have this overwhelming presence, almost inhuman. But you… you seem more—""Normal?" he offered with a chuckle. "Human?""Well, yes," she admitted. "Are you... like them? Or are you something else? A werewolf? A vampire?"Kieran’s expression softened, but his smirk faded, replaced by something more solemn. "I’m neither," h

Dreadfall Citadel.The first man moved forward, his red tattoos twirling over his chest and up his strong arms as though they were alive. As he spoke in a forceful tone, his piercing eyes met hers. He declared, "I am the Keeper of Flames."“I protect the fires that create destiny.There would be no creation and no light to lead the way if there were no fire.”Gaia was about to reply when a second figure appeared out of the darkness. His dark robe moved around like living fog, and it looked like the edges of his presence were blurry. “I am the Weaver of Shadows,” he whispered, his eyes glowing dimly, his voice a low whisper, “I bind the strands of fate, shape the invisible, and reveal long-hidden truths.”The third figure stepped forward, his towering frame draped in armor so ancient. The sheer size of him was intimidating, but his voice carried a steady calm, like a mountain unshaken by storms. “I am the Warden of Steel. I am both the shield and the blade, unyielding and resolute. None

The world was a haze when Valtor’s eyes fluttered open. Pain pulsed through his body, dull yet persistent, as if his very blood had been set on fire. He groaned, his hand unconsciously moving to his side, where the wounds should have been. Instead, his skin was smooth, its earlier ugly sides gone.“What the—” he muttered, his voice hoarse. Memories of Gaia flashed through his mind, her tears, her blood spilling onto his injuries, and then…darkness.“Gaia,” he muttered, panic forming in his chest as he pushed himself into a sitting position. The world around him spun, but he fought against the dizziness, reaching for the floor to steady himself. The bed felt too empty.Where is she?A rush of adrenaline sent him to his feet. His body swayed, but he quickly managed to compose himself, staggering toward the door. His hand gripped the handle, and he pulled it open with force.“Where is she?!” Valtor demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.Damon, his Beta, stood in the doorway, eyes wide

The void consumed her, leaving Gaia gasping for air as they stumbled into an unfamiliar, intimidating land.Before them stood the Citadel, ancient and imposing. The walls, cracked and crumbling, faintly glowing with a dark light that hinted at the magic flowing through it.“This place…” she murmured, her voice low. “Looks worse than it is,” Caelum said lightly, though his usual cheerfulness sounded forced. “Just don’t stray too far. Dreadfall isn't nice to strangers and wanderer's.” Gaia’s steps slowed as the old gates of the citadel creaked open on their own. A cold wind swept out, carrying whispers that made her shiver. She looked at Caelum, but he was already moving forward, his face unusually serious.Inside, the air felt thick and heavy, almost hard to breathe. The grand hall stretched out before them, lit by a strange, dim glow that seemed to come from nowhere. The walls were covered with old paintings of battles and rituals, their meanings lost over time. Gaia couldn’t unders