Novel & Cerita Asura Kishin

It was as if she had ceased breathing previously, and had only taken air in after a long while— like a person who drowned and had just revived. However, to the five men who were her murderers, she was Asura who returned from the gates of hell to seek vengeance. “N-No way…”

The cageborn paused, head tilting, as if considering him. Then it lunged. Kieran threw up his arms— and the cageborn slipped through them like smoke, striking his chest. Kieran screamed as black tendrils spread across his skin like frost burning hot. He collapsed, convulsing, eyes rolling back. “No!” I shouted, and the word tried to become panic— I crushed it into a decision. “OFF,” I said. Ash surged from the runes—black cinders lifting like a storm—slamming into the cageborn and ripping it off Kieran’s chest in a violent pull. The creature skidded across the floor, shrieking.

She tried again and again, but nothing. "Bhaera, fall back!" Cassius’s command boomed across the field. As she darted back to our position, Cassius gathered his power. A massive spear of pure mana materialized before him and shot forward, silent and lethal, barreling toward the creature's chest. It struck with a concussive force that we felt in the air around us, but no sound. We held our breath. Instead of piercing its hide, the spear simply shattered, dissolving into a thousand fading motes of light.

He stayed quiet and unmoving after that. "Haha, the next part is obviously one of the parts that you have to pay attention to," she said, ignoring his remark. "It's about the third great realm called Kasakitan, and it's named the same with the one you're currently guarding, Your Highness, Sitan. And whoooaaah! It even said the guardian's name is Sitan, the same as your name!" When she didn't gain any response, she lost interest in her act and in watching the other party's expression. "You are really so boring, Your Highness Sitan, Deity of the Underworld."

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

"How will an assassin defend herself when apprehended?" “And who said I am an assassin? I am the acting Luna, and you have assassins on your side." Freya stood up after taking a long breath. “Point your fingers at me as an assassin that I am, and I will take the councils to the group of assassins that work for you. What do you expect the Pack members to say? It may even attract the Priestess' attention, and all will end."

It was from pure ear mixed with undiluted anxiousness. Every time the doors burst open, I snapped my head up, my stomach knotting as another injured warrior was dragged in. Every time, with dread I hoped it wouldn’t be him. Kael. “Keep pressure here.” The firm voice of another healer brought me back to the present. She clapped a hand on my shoulder—a brief, fleeting attempt at comforting me. “He’ll be fine, Ashina. He’s strong.” Every warrior of the Silver Claw Pack was strong. Sure, Kael was stronger but that didn’t mean anything in the face of an ambushed fight. The words were nothing but fleeting in the light of the way I was feeling.

The sharp piece of glass itself turned and straight strikes back to Nikona's father and pierced through his throat. My mouth hung open in shock.I look between Drax and Zion who were stunned. “How did you do that?” Zion asked. “I didn't…” I mumbled out, my heart rate accelerating as I find something absolutely strange crawling at the back of my neck. “Elysia” Drax called out, concern shimmering in his eyes as he stepped away from Nikona's lifeless body to approach me. “Who are you?” I asked, knowing that there's something or someone behind this.I can't keep on ignoring it.

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

“Are you Jake?” Everyone turned to Ashley as she wheeled herself in and looking up at Damon directly. She had an awe and interested look on her face and Alex saw Malcolm noticing it immediately because his face had turned dark. If the situation right now wasn't that serious, Alex would have made fun of it, putting Damon right in the center of a man getting jealous over his woman’s admiration of another male specie. “No, Ash,” Malcolm answered for them. “His name is Damon Buckworth.” Ashley turned to Alex.