Azalias was confused. If they were afraid of him, why the hell would they look at his back? Slowly, he realized that an immense invisible pressure was coming from behind, it felt like an enormous monster looking at his delicious prey's back. He gulped inwardly, he didn't feel such enormous pressure before in his whole life, he didn't dare to turn his head.
"Where will you go now?" A female blood-curdling voice rang out from his behind.
The voice was so blood-lusting that it sent chillness through his spine. He shivered involuntarily, his forehead covered with cold sweat, the blood-lusting aura was making him suffocated. He didn't dare to turn his head, but his body voluntarily turned around, he didn't understand what was happening to him, he closed his eyes and prayed in his heart. A while later he mustered some courage and opened his eyes, what he saw in front of him, almost took his life from the shock.
He saw The Elmahnean Princess Filuna, was standing at
Instantly his whole body stopped moving, he stumbled on the ground facing the sky, his face had lost all colors from fear. His heart was pounding violently, and he had never been frightened this much before.Previous times when the various ghosts or monsters had cashed him, he hadn't felt much danger, but this time he thought he got an easy and enjoyable dream, alas! All of those thoughts were just thoughts. Though the beginning was very enchanting and enjoyable, as the dream was processing further the dangers were also evolving proportionally. On top of that, the dangers he was facing now were feeling real and very terrifying, subconsciously anxiety was taking over his heart, he was feeling like he could lose his life at any moment.Feeling these dangers and dismays Azalias frowned with a turmoiled heart and thought to himself, 'Are my dreams evolving or I am not dreaming at all? All along, all of these were real? I don't know what is going on anymore. Fuck, now I jus
Meanwhile, in a black forest, five black-armored elven men were being bombarded with magic spells and arrows by eight orange color-armored elven men.The five black-armored elven men’s skin was a bit darker than normal elves, their ears were a bit longer and wider, two of them had fangs out from the corner of their mouth. And the orange color-armored elven men, they had an insignia on the chest of the armor, which was designed as a star, a sun and a moon were inside of a circle and the circle was inscribed on a watchtower symbol, it was the insignia of the Eldarin Court Watchers. After killing all of the black-armored elven men, all of them plopped down on their butt and heaved heavy sighs of relief. Though they were able to kill all of the black-armored elven men, the
Previously, a team of ten elves was chasing down seven dokkalfars, which was the very team that was led by Alfgeir. While chasing or being chased, all of them were using various types of magic spells to fight, but the bows and arrows that were made of pure magic were their main weapon. The Eladrin Court’s elite soldiers were using magical golden bows and arrows to attack, while the dokkalfars were using pitch-black magical bows and arrows to counter. But it seemed those black weapons were quite powerful. Whenever the black arrows hit something, the arrows would transform into black flames and the things which were being hit would burn to a crisp instantly. A black arrow hit an Eladrin Court soldier named Foste in his right eye before he could even notice the arrow. And in a few seconds, he turned into a cindered black corpse. "Those damned Dokkalfars!" Alfgeir took his position behind a tree while warning others, "Beware of those arrows. If it hits you, you will be dead beyond rec
While the young chief was proceeding forward along with his followers, a young ellon with five companions was awaiting for them like some hungry wolves for its delicious prey to the left side of the valley. They were wearing the very same black armor like the dokkalfars, their hairs and eyes were pitch dark, but their facial appearance and skin color were the same as other elves and were as handsome and beautiful as normal elves."Kekekeke... That trash, Eldjorne fell in the trap. I wonder how a trash like him became the young chief of the Eladrin!" The young ellon gave a sinister laugh and looked toward the direction of the young chief with disgust. This young ellon was not the most handsome and beautiful among the ambushing team, but his strong blood-lusting aurora defined him as the leader of the team."Young master Lykarth, should we attack now?" An impatient ellon asked while cracking his fist. The nails of his fingers dug deep into his palm, blood was oozing out."Kekekeke... No
When Azalias was drowning and losing consciousness, the young guard went to the medical office to call healer Fraeya.“Honorable Healer Fraeya, Keeper Brondu is seeking your immediate help with a prisoner.” He rushed to the medical office without any knocking which caught healer Fraeya off guard who was adjusting her dress.“Get out!” She howled at the guard furiously. The young guard immediately went outside realizing the situation and started sweating heavily. He made a big blunder. In anxiety, he offended someone whom he shouldn’t ever offend. There was a hearsay that, ‘Even if you offend the Eladrin Court Chief, you should never offend Healer Fraeya. If you offend the Eladrin Court Chief, you won’t realize how you died. But if you offend healer Fraeya, your death is the easiest retaliation. Your luck will be worse than death, a living corpse whose only purpose is to feel eternal pain.’So, that’s why even the Eladrin Court Chief respected her more than his own father, and never o
As the gust of wind blew the window curtains, an alluring figure was glimpsing amidst the fluttering curtains laying on a rocking chair at the balcony. Anger, self-pitying, worries, sadness, these various types of emotions were playing from time to time on her delicate milky Indian contrast face. These emotions were adding another extra layer of beauty to her face. If she was born in the medieval era, she might become another Helen and the cause of the destruction of numerous cities and kingdoms. Yet, it seemed this world-destroying beauty was waiting for someone eagerly. She was frequently dialing an average-looking Indian man on her communication device. Sometimes she was dialing a few other people too. Probably they were that average-looking man's colleagues, friends, or relatives. But no one was answering her calls. And every time she heard a car sound, she would stand up and look down on the street from the balcony to see if that person returned or not.
Azalias stood up but hesitated, should he go to her or not. Taking a deep breath, mustering up the courage, he strode to the kitchen. Seeing his bravery, she was amused.Assuring that she was not getting angry at his presence, he cheekily slid her behind and wrapped her waist with his arms with great courage."You know, I am still very angry with you." She said with a stern tone but didn't struggle away from him.He became more courageous, leaned a bit more on her back, and kissed her shoulder, and said with a low guilty voice, "Sorry, Lil fairy. I am extremely sorry. I promise I will make it up to you.""Huh! Like I believe!" She dramatically rolled her eyes. "You promised so many times! But I never got those makeup dates, ever!""This time, I will surely make it up to you." He embraced her tightly and kissed her rosy red cheek, which became red previously from anger."Oh yeah? I heard someone said the same line last time too. Let me rememb
The ghost lady continued smashing the door for a long time with her all might. Yet the weak door was still standing mightily. It's worth pondering how it could endure all battering till the end and didn't shatter into pieces. After a long time, suddenly, the crazy attacks on the door stopped, and everything became peaceful. Only Azalias's heart-pounding sound was floating in the air. A few minutes later, he turned back, leaned on the door, sat on the floor. His body became limp. He was already exhausted, and now this drained out every ounce of stamina he had left. Slowly, his eyes became drowsy. He could see with the fuzzy sight that the opposite wall of the bathroom was expanding backward. The sturdy, tiled floor was turning into a bloody pool, and he was drowning deep. He woke up from drowning suffocations and began searching for a way out. The previous tiny bathroom had already turned into an endless corridor with numerous red doors on its two wall