Novelas y relatos de Archons

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

He's a necromancer, way more superior than any wolf in this world. "It's fine, Sushi. I know you are not used to the climate. We are staying here as well longer than we are expecting because of the unforeseen circumstances." I answered him. "We are having a hard time finding the clue, but fortunately we can find it now. But somehow, do you know about Charybdis?" I asked him. His golden eyes shimmered and a glint of recognition flashed his eyes. I felt happy because Sushi seemed to know this. Charybdis is one of the ancient titans and is undefeated. Its monstrous scale is dominating and it destroys aught yond past its t'rrit'ry.

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

The Coalition stood victorious, battered but unbroken. Archon, enraged by Ravenswood's defeat, summoned his remaining strength. "No... my plans... will not be foiled!" Archon's eyes blazed with fury, his powers surging for a final, desperate attack. As he spoke, his body began to contort, his limbs twisting and elongating as his infected self emerged, a terrifying beast. His skin turned a grotesque shade of gray, veins bulging with dark energy. The air around Archon rippled and distorted, like a mirage on a scorching summer day, as reality itself bent to accommodate his monstrous transformation. The sound of shattering stone and twisting metal filled the air, a cacophony of destruction that

he muttered. The ground split suddenly, a jagged crack racing across the ice. From it emerged a sickeningly familiar scent—decay mixed with unnatural power. A figure rose, his dark cloak flowing behind him as if animated by its own will. It wasn’t the rogue wolf, but something worse: an Architect construct. Annabel’s heart sank. She had heard the tales, whispered warnings passed down from elder wolves about these beings—harbingers of destruction bound to the Architect’s will. This one was taller than any wolf, its limbs grotesquely elongated and ending in razor-like talons.

The sadness of the Archons is a great enemy of them. When a ruler becomes sad, he loses the will to live, his luminosity is lost little by little and if they are not rescued in time, they disappear like a sigh. In the vast universe of fantasy, there exist entities of light and wisdom known as Archons. They are ethereal beings, whose existence is based on harmony, joy, and light. Their presence illuminates the darkest corners of the cosmos, and their wisdom guides younger and less developed creatures on their path to evolution. But there is an enemy that threatens their existence, an enemy against which they cannot fight with wea

"A Null-Zone? You mean our phase-tech won't work? We'll be fighting a World Council fortress with standard kinetics?" "Worse," I said, my blood running cold as I read the decrypted archives from the Shogun's database. "The Archon is the World Council's supreme manufacturer. It isn't just a city; it's a continent-spanning factory. They build the mechs. They forge the plasma. If we give them enough time, they will mass-produce an army so large they won't need the Genesis Protocol to format the world. They'll just march across it." Dax didn't flinch at the impossible odds. He looked at his new liquid-chrome gauntlet, flexing the fingers once more, feeling the lethal hum of the hyper-accelerated

The High Council declared an absolute decree: Magic is corrupting, power-hungry manipulation, and any who wield it shall be put to immediate, brutal death. Yet, in their blind, blood-thirsty rage, the wolves committed a fatal error. They confused the poison with the cure. They failed to distinguish between the power-hungry Mages who sought to master them... and the Anchors who were born to save them. The Anchor bloodline was a very small, sacred subsect of the general mage population. They did not chant in forgotten tongues, nor did they use spellcraft to manipulate the earth. The Anchors were a rare human lineage whose very existence was a divine anomaly—a raw, pure soul frequency that acte

His great wings began to pump as he followed his brother through the shards of colored glass and out into the sky. Beneath them, in the hazy glow of the rising sun, Nya could see troops falling into position, their leaders shouting at them to fire at the dragons. Arrows shot up into the sky, but the two dragons were flying far too high for the measly projectiles to reach them. Nya also saw a catapult being wheeled out, followed by another, and another. Whatever was held in the shoot was lit on fire and thrown up into the air, and while these larger projectiles came closer to hitting the dragons, they also missed the mark. Nya hoped that wherever the fiery masses landed, they didn’t kill any