Become The Lord Of Cthulhu นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Isekai (Thanatos) started muttering as the pupils in his eyes started to slowly disappear. "aurora bolaris i am the death god and maybe not the best to complete a perfect ritual, i shot out from darkness and unto aurora i shall let know that I am Thanatos, i lord over tharterean pit and has fate with this body," Isekai (Thanatos) said as the blood that was dripping out immediately seem to be freezed by some sort of power before slowly forming a human body .

My butler appeared in no time. "I want this room cleaned by the dawn." The man curtly bowed and swiftly got to work. My feet carried me up the stairs and halted in front of the attic where my mate lay, writhing in pain. My jaw tightened. I could do nothing but lessen her inflammation or pain. In our world h=when hybrids are born, they imprint on the newborn. Since the hybrids go through a confusing phase before they control their half-dead emotions, they rarely feel any reverence towards their creator but do feel irrespective of whether they like it or not is the pain and suffering of the creator. Some Elders in the Council say it's a divine punishment of the Moon Goddess that both the creat

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

What followed was Azael’s bitingly cold expression frosting over, as if he were ready to kill a thief daring to steal his prey. His eyes turned dark red, deep and poisonous, as though he was prepared to snuff the life out of Butler Thomas. When Butler Thomas saw this, his legs weakened in fright of the impending doom that could befall him. He dropped fully to his knees, bowing in fear. Only then did realization dawn on him — what his Lord wanted was for him to lead the way. His Lord had been in slumber for millennia, since ancient times. Now this was the twenty-first century, where houses, places, and things had long been rebuilt and innovated.

Millie looked around and said, “Cthulhu has grabbed the vampire bat’s face. I’ll bet the octopus figure is protecting you. In fact, the bat was probably thinking about making us vampires so we could replace two of those he lost to the zombies.” Becky watched with fascination as the vampire bat struggled to free himself while the Cthulhu figure tightened its grip to the breaking point. “Enough! Enough!” the bat said as it transformed back into human form. The girls saw no blood was indicated on the figure’s mouth or fangs. Becky touched her neck to check for any signs of wounds or bleeding, but she detected none. She stood, and looking indignant, spoke to the skulking vampire. “You tried to s

All of the sacrificial victims were thousands of women who were kidnapped from other cities in the Valley of Cthulhu all the time and dragged here so that their souls could be fed by the Ancient One, in which in his mother's case, it was still the Getting pregnant by the bastard Abyss Messenger only prolonged the inevitable. On my eighteenth birthday, when I was considered a man without need of a mother, it was decided that her time had come, now, she was close, his mother would be the last offering for the last ritual where he would become immortal, all for the love or despair of his wife, even if there were more than ten wives who were sacrificed in a row before her. I wanted to believe th

"You do not want a kiss, how about you get down on all fours, my sweet vixen?" My ears pique in shock. I risk a glance at him and gone is my amused husband, in his place is a part of him I do not recognize. There is something burning in his gaze as he stares at me — lust. I am trembling under his scrutiny. He steps away from me. "I do not like to repeat myself, Lilith so do as I say if you do not want to see what I would do to you for not listening to me." I can take the yelling and the whips anytime, but this? Do I even have a choice now? After all, my Father knew what he was doing when he made me and not Riya the sacrificial lamb.

that was kept secret from most people and that he should never reveal it to anyone he didn't already know. He shuddered when he heard of the Four Forces of Chaos, the greatest Evil, who were constantly striving to destroy the realm of mankind. There was a god of blood, Khorne, the master of slaughter, whose followers laughed in battle and filled themselves with an endless thirst for carnage. It was the great mutant Centch who transformed his worshipers and taught them the darkest secrets of magic. Nurgle was a plague whose followers spread fire and disease to the farthest reaches of the universe. Slaanesh was a fallen god of unspeakable pleasures. He now knew enough of some of their worship

His eyes, usually so cold and calculated, were wide with a genuine, bone-deep terror. For centuries, he had played God, manipulating bloodlines and creating monsters, but he had never stood in the presence of two unleashed primordials. He had wanted to witness the power, but he hadn't realized that the power would want to consume him. "Retreat!" Lihont’s voice cracked, losing its arrogant edge. "Fall back! Now!" The remaining handful of abominations didn't need to be told twice. They scrambled into the dark brush, moving with a desperate haste.