Chaos Lord Alteon Novels & Stories

As Arles lifts the hood up to reveal his face, the time seems to have stopped. “The real heir of that throne,” He growls pointing to the throne Aurelio is sitting one. A loud scream pierces the whole scene before Aurelio calls for the guards. But it’s too late. His hungry eyes will be only satisfied when he tastes their blood. Everything is in chaos as he starts to change, his black wolf coming to the surface to change everything and write the past of the Lonely God.

However, there was one thing that Aeolus worried about more than anything else: the safety of his son, Allan. Allan was the wielder of Four Tails, the supreme god of the Sky Nation. This made him a target for the Rouge Werewolf, a powerful werewolf who had been terrorizing the land for years. Aeolus knew that the Rouge Werewolf would stop at nothing to get his hands on Allan, and he was determined to protect his son at all costs.

I sprayed so much perfume around before I opened the door that I doubt she could even make out mine in there. "Uh huh, apparently Alpha Eligor is furious. He's punishing the night patrol by making them figure out how the Rogues got past them before they're allowed to end their shift. Even if it takes days or weeks, they're not allowed to leave until they know." Ana carries on excitedly. "He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed."

“Seeing the Chaos Honlarne Sword is like seeing the Dooms’ ancestors. Kneel!” With his command, the previously clamoring senior authorities knelt down reverently. The elder held the divine sword aloft and looked arrogantly at the disguised Thea and James. “I am Halston Dalibor, the Right Great Elder of the Doom Race. I hold our race’s supreme Chaos Honlarne Sword. I don’t care who you are or what your relationship with Wyot Dalibor is. Today, we are entering the Chaos Temple. Even if Wyot himself comes, he must kneel and make way.”

"Mobilize the third and fifth legions. Tear down every hidden boundary in the outer valley. I want every cave, every ravine, and every godforsaken thicket searched. If you have to burn the entire Whispering Woods to ash to smoke them out, then light the torches!" ​"Sire, please, consider the political fallout," urge Grand Advisor Malakor, a seasoned, graying wolf who had served Kaelor’s father. He stepped forward cautiously, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "The other Alpha Lords are already in a state of absolute panic. The news of the Moon Altar has spread like a plague. They are whispering that the High King’s fated match is a wolfless anomaly who bears the mark of the rogue kingd

“You ripped me away from everything!” “No. I reminded you who you were before they rewrote your fire to serve their war.” He stood, walking slowly toward her “I didn’t bring you here to chain you, Liora. I brought you here… to free you.” Sera slammed her fist into the wall. The map of the realm trembled with magical interference. Liora’s signal was gone. Auren’s soul still bled from the severed hinge. Altheya worked feverishly to stabilize him, muttering ancient healing chants, Theron held back the door, fending off chaos outside. News of Kael’s return had spread.

But now here I am again, with yet another high-ranking supernatural who thinks that the Alpha of Alphas belongs to him. I glare at the elf as he begins pulling on his earth element. How do any of them think that they can defeat me? Not only am I the Alpha of Alphas, but I can control all four elements. Who do they think they are? Even if they can control one, what does that matter to me? They are nothing. I am Ancalagon. I wait to see what he's going to do, how he thinks he can claim me with his earth element. It's bad enough that he only has one element, but I come by my earth element genetically from my father Avani, the last Earth dragon.

Callan and the guards were calling me. "Are you okay, Your Majesty? Get him some water; he must be worn out from the journey," I heard Alpha Grayson order. But all I could see was Otsana. She was said to be my doom. Could the prophecy be happening already?

But as the guardians basked in their victory, a distant echo, a whisper of a melody, hinted at secrets yet to be uncovered in this magical realm. As the guardians celebrated their victory, the horizon shifted. A solitary, ghostly figure emerged from the edge of the forest, approaching them at a languid pace. Cloaked in tattered robes, its face was obscured by a hood, but a distinctive amulet glowed at its chest, emitting a pulsating, dark energy. Altair, noticing it first, said, "Everyone, be on guard!" The figure halted just a few meters away, raising its hand to lower the hood. A familiar face, marred by time and tainted by darkness, stared back at them. It was Althor, the ancient sage bel

“You said if we still can't seal the Mana then the dragon will rise up and can destroy the entire universe, whereas we haven't received orders even where pure Mana is.” “How can we survive his attack?” continued King Benedict. "There's still another way," said Arion, breaking the silence. Everyone turned to him. “Pet of god,” replied Nicon. Altair and Arion agreed with whatsaid, Nicon had found the answer. Mana controllers were busy summoning the gods' pets using a chalice. None of the divine pets could summon, their only hope seemed dashed. Altair walked over to his father and patted him on the shoulder, Duke Leon immediately gave the goblet to Altair, made a summoning circle pattern and pu