Novels by Llamanipulatrice

The echo of Diana’s transformed voice still vibrated through the collapsing chamber when the Crypt’s ceiling split with a sound like thunder tearing itself apart. Dust and fragments of stone rained down as the pillars supporting the cavern trembled violently. Marcus threw an arm over his eyes while Xavier pushed himself back to his feet, coughing through the swirling dust.“Diana!” he shouted, trying to see through the blinding light surrounding her.Aetherion grabbed his arm to keep him from rushing forward. “Don’t—she’s not stabilized yet!”Xavier shoved him off, panic sharp in his voice. “If she’s not stabilized, then she needs us!”But none of them could reach her. The force around Diana rippled outward like a storm trapped inside a glass sphere, expanding and contracting with a pulse that matched her heartbeat—and something else’s.The priestess staggered backward as a massive crack sliced down one of the ancient stone columns. “The First Light shouldn’t exist anymore,” she whis

The darkness had swallowed them all and for a moment, the world narrowed to nothing but the sound of their footsteps and the frantic thrum of Diana’s heartbeat echoing in her ears. The narrow passage curved sharply downward, its walls slick with age and humming with a low, unsettling vibration—like the stone itself remembered something it wanted to forget.Marcus led the group, his spear glowing faintly to give them just enough light to see the ground beneath their feet. “Keep close,” he warned. “These tunnels weren’t made for mortals. They shift.”“They what?” Xavier asked, half in disbelief, half in threat.“They shift when they sense power,” the priestess whispered nervously. “Or when they sense fear.”“Great,” Xavier muttered. “So we’re doomed either way.”Diana tried to focus, tried to steady her pace, but the pressure inside her chest was growing. Not painful—just heavy. Full. Like something unseen was drawing in a breath, waiting. Watching.The Harbinger’s voice could no longer

The sky then tore open behind them as they all ran, a violent, cracking sound split through the air, like the heavens themselves were fracturing under pressure. Silver lightning spiraled downward in jagged arcs, scorching the courtyard stones they had just fled across. Diana didn’t look back — she could feel the pull of the Harbinger behind her, like a cold hand closing around her spine. Every instinct told her to run faster.Marcus led the way, shield shimmering with defensive runes as he carved a protective path through the crumbling ruins. “The western passage!” he shouted over the roar. “It’ll take us into the lower valley!”Xavier tightened his grip on Diana’s wrist as they followed. “Stay with me. Don’t slip, don’t stop.”“I’m not letting go,” Diana breathed, though her legs felt like they might collapse. Her heart wasn’t beating steadily — it pounded in strange, heavy echoes, the aftershocks of the child’s revelation still clawing at her mind.A god, just a fragment of the Cele

For a long moment, no one moved, they couldn't dare move and as the Wind simply swept through the courtyard, stirring the ash and broken stone, but it felt like the whole world had gone still around the small girl standing near the shattered pillar.The younger Diana stood barefoot on the cold ground, her pale hair shifting gently around her face. She didn’t look frightened. She didn’t look confused. She looked heartbreakingly calm — as if she had expected this moment to come.Diana felt her own breath freeze. This wasn’t a vision. This wasn’t magic thrown at them by the Harbinger. This girl was real enough that her footsteps had left prints in the dust.Xavier stepped forward, blade drawn, eyes narrowed. “Stay behind me.”But the child shook her head.“No, Xavier,” she said softly. “You can’t protect her from this.”Xavier flinched. The girl knew his name — knew all of them. She spoke with a strange certainty, like someone who had lived this moment a hundred times.Marcus stepped for

Diana did not move even after the Gate snapped shut, sealing the Harbinger away, her body felt rooted to the ground. Her breath caught between her ribs, trapped by the lingering terror of what she had seen — not his threat, not the shattering of Marcus’s spear, not even the way the world trembled around the Harbinger’s presence.It was the reflection.The version of herself staring back through the closing tear.Her eyes in that reflection had glowed like living fire — not like magic, not like the shard, but something deeper, something ancient and aware.“Diana,” Xavier whispered, shaking her arm gently. “Hey. Stay with me.”She startled, blinking hard as if waking from a dream she didn’t want to remember. Xavier’s face finally sharpened into focus — worried, steady, grounding.“I’m fine,” she managed, though her voice was thin and unconvincing.Behind them, Aetherion tried to stand but buckled, bracing himself on the broken statue. The priestess hurried to help him, murmuring a heali

The Harbinger just stood at the center of the courtyard just where he had always belonged, for several seconds, nobody moved, it was as if the tear at the Gate were just merely built fo him alone, His presence was not so loud or dramatic but it was worse that that. It was soehow quiet and controlled all certain. Thekimd of presence that had not or did not nee to shout in order to dominate a battlefield.Dia's skin prickle, as a cold rush slid through her blood, she had faced so many Remnants, the weavers, corrupted Lords and Hollow beasts but from everything it felt like none of then had ever made her feel like this. It was as if she was being measured and it was inside her just like it wasn't hers entirely.Marcus had kept his body squarely in front of her, just spear leveled, the momentum coiled in his muscles. “You step one inch closer,” he said in a low growl, “and I will end you.” but the Harbinger merely raised his eyes to Marcus with a faint, and irritated sigh. “We both know t