Asura The Tale Of The Vanquished Novels & Stories

Since my parents were killed in a pack war five years ago, Adrian was the only family I had left. But now that he had betrayed me, he was no longer my family. "Elder Slone, that won't be necessary. Please submit a request to activate the Moon Goddess's Veil and erase all records of my existence." Her surprised voice came through. "Why? Once the Veil is activated, the person known as Camilla will completely disappear from the werewolf world. Your Alpha will lose his mind." I gave a bitter laugh. "He won't. He betrayed our mate bond."

When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable. Revenge is my life, it is my purpose, and tonight, it begins.

N Y X A R A The first time I died, it was under a blood moon. The sky burned red above Ashmoore, thick with smoke and fire. The ground trembled beneath my feet as wolves and rogues tore into each other across the field. I tasted blood in the air and felt the bond burning beneath my skin—sharp, hot, and relentless, as if something inside me already knew how this would end. Kaelor was on one knee near the broken gate. Blood ran from his shoulder, soaking into the dirt beneath him. Enemies closed in from every side, yet his eyes were fixed on me instead of the blades moving through the dark.

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

They stared at the horizon silently, waiting patiently for something to happen. A large white portal suddenly opened up, and the Asuras began walking out. Their numbers were even greater than the army Yuna brought with her. The Asuras continued to come out of the portal endlessly, their eyes glowing bright yellow. They were of different sizes and had the shapes of different animals. “Those are Asuras?” Cortana asked. “Yes. Violent flesh-eating monsters, known for draining the life out of living beings before devouring their physical bodies,” Yuna replied, pulling out her sword.

The raiders began to split into two. My friends and I couldn’t help gawking in terror at the newly appeared enemy marching through the opened path that the cheering raiders created. It was a giant, standing four meters tall and bulky. He looked like an Indian warrior, but his steel armor matched the skin color, like a living metal statue. “My God, what is that?” Katie gasped. The rest of us were trembling. “That’s an Asura,” someone beside her replied. “A brave that can transform into a metal giant.”

With a wave of her hand, the silver net dispelled itself, and I saw her pupils flash white as she did so. “I will check on Asher,” She said, and turned to rush out to meet up with the hostages outside the hall. Meanwhile, I turned to the men, ordering for the cleanup to begin. I glanced back at Rosalie’s corpse, which was now nothing but a pile of grey ash. A low growl left my lips. Asura. That being, it turned out, might be our biggest foe of all. Hours later, I received word from the troops, written in Alpha Eric’s handwriting.

A gargantuan of a monster with humongous limbs and mouth but no eyes, the devorer of world had manifested at long last. His manifestation made Rogue shudder with anticipation, He clapped his hands together for a brief moment and channeled the all the components of the Metaphysical Essence into one sanskrit meridian inside his body. A blinding light appeared coalescing him from top to bottom transmitting his body, Rogue grew four additional arms, each of these arms bearing the tattoo of Asura. And as the light died down Rogue stood there, in his Asura form. His clothes now consisted of black pants and a sash over it and black boots, on his upper body he wore nothing but had markings similar t