Novel & Cerita Asura The Tale Of The Vanquished

Asura, the God of War, fought bravely! —The End —

Five thousand elite soldiers wiped out in the blink of an eye? How was that possible? What kind of forces did Dustin mobilize? Lord Barbenheim felt chills running down his spine. “Who exactly are you, Dustin?” Lord Barbenheim demanded loudly. Dustin stepped forward calmly yet assertively, with a faint smile playing on his lips. “You may call me the King of Asura Hall—the Ultimate Death God!” Lord Barbenheim’s gaze fell on Jonah’s lifeless body, and his eyes widened with disbelief. The Asura Hall was an assassin organization even more fearsome than Death Hall. They were born only to kill.

That young girl dressed in a kimono was already long gone, and she would be an elderly woman near the end of her life in human years. “But my story isn’t all that nice. In fact, it is full of pain and deceit. I call that merman Asura, and he turned out true to his namesake—an Asura of vengeance.” Mary closed her eyes as she returned to her painful memories, her eyelashes twitching slightly. “Because I’d successfully seduced him as bait, I brought a war of slaughter and greed upon the merfolk. The human clans I had been in killed many of them, and would use them for various cruel experiments, and they paid the price.”

The throne room spins before my eyes so badly as I am jacked up and dragged towards the doors, my bare feet scraping against the floor. I twist, fight, kick around, but it’s no use. Andessa is disposing me away to die not just anywhere. But in Drakarith. At the hands of Azraelyrs Vasileios, the ruthless Dragon King who rules over dragons. A callous barbarian King rumored and famous for his merciless slaughter of those who dare cross him. My father is dead. Sabrina is dead. And soon, I might be too.

I could feel their auras already covering them behind us just as I felt my father's aura pull back from me, leaving me exposed while he continued to suppress his own. Just then, three men approached us and, seeing my father, all three nodded their heads in greeting. So, they were the "muscle" my father had hired for the night. I looked at the men; all tall, muscular and intimidating. One was shirtless, his defined abs more impressive than those of the models from the pornos Leanne had made me study. I reached out with my aura to probe theirs to assess if they were a threat or not. "Werewolves," I breathed out.

With Asena gone, there was no one to stop it. “Throw the dead bitch out!” Alpha Khaos bellowed. Acyn grabbed my mate from the warriors' arms. An icy grin parted his lips as he looked at me, a heartbeat away, before tossing Asena's body out of the window. “No!” I lurched at him, thrusting the blade, which Acyn parried in a heartbeat. I glanced out the window, and I felt my heart shatter as I watched Asena's body disappear in the wild flow of the Tenebris River. Then I swore I would find her; I had to.

I took a deep breath, leaned over, and peered into the water. I saw Zakara the same as I saw her before in the mirror, but this time, she wasn’t on fire; she was glowing a magnificent shade of white with a hint of blue. Her golden eyes shone brightly in the reflection. I looked at the moon in the reflection. I felt it call me again. Lifting my head, I howled as if calling out to the moon. I felt a hand on my flank. I turned to find Alexandre there, gazing deep into my eyes as he told me to shift. The shift back to human form was faster and easier. Once I shifted, Alexandre removed his shirt and handed it to me. I quickly pulled it over my head. Looking at him, I asked him,

Revenant Control Facility – 67 Hours Until Activation The world inside Revenant’s core was falling apart. Golden data streams shattered like glass, collapsing into nothingness. Ayesha stood at the center of it all, her father’s digital ghost fading before her eyes. Azim Shah—once a scientist, once a man—was now nothing more than fragments of corrupted code. His expression remained calm, even as his consciousness began to unravel. “You think you’ve won, Ayesha?” His voice was quieter now, fractured, broken.

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.

Cassia took in the room with one look. Glass on the carpet. Stella over me. Me on the floor, holding the urn. She did not slow down. She crossed the room in three steps. She caught Stella's arm in that half-second of confusion, then pulled the urn out of her hands. She moved into Stella's space. Stella swung at her. Cassia caught it. I did not wait. I clamped my arms around the urn and crawled, hands and knees, glass under me, out to the SUV. I yanked the back door open and folded into the seat.