Chrono Crusade Chrono Novels & Stories

Darkous shouted, warning his friends away. Michael shook his head, “We are with you until death my friend.” Before Darkous could reply, Chronos approached. His midnight eyes filled with pure hatred, as he raised the flintlock pistol. “Go ahead father, kill me.” Darkous growled, showing nothing but courage. “Foolish, but your death will not occur this night.” Chronos laughed, turning to the three men stood alongside Darkous. “Leave now mortals, this is your one chance to live.”

However, after how many minutes, Lotus learned to withdraw his shocked countenance. “The graces were named after the gods and goddesses who sacrificed their lives to end the first-ever Holy War between the realm of demons and gods happened 333,333 years ago. In honor of their great sacrifice, Goddess Lumia created twelve balls of crystals in different colors and infused them with the spirits of those gods and goddesses. She called these twelve crystal balls as the twelve celestial zodiacs. The celestial weapons they used in that Holy War to defeat the nine higher-ranking demons were collected and kept by Goddess Lumia. That’s why during the giving of celestial weapons to you, chosen twelve,

Sa gitna ng libo libong mga kawal ay naglakad ang pulang kabayo ni Prinsipe Greyson habang sa kaniyang likuran ay nakasunod si Ginoong Knoxx at Heneral Mcdowel na nakasakay rin sa kani kanilang mga kabayo. “Ito na, narito na tayo! Ang matagal nang pinaghandaan at plinano nating lahat. Lalaban tayo para sa ating kapayapaan at kalayaang mamuhay ng matiwasay sa malawak na lupain ng Ashcroft ng walang inaalala o kina tatakutan. Alam kong mahirap at nakakatakot ang ating gagawin, ngunit mas magiging katakot takot ang ating kinabukasan kong hahayaan lang nating gawin tayong alipin at manika ng mga kalaban, kaya samahan niyo akong puksain ang kasamaan at sama sama tayong babangon sa ngalan ng Emper

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Orion shifted fully beside him, massive claws ripping into another creature’s throat. Nyx unleashed shadows across the valley like a storm. Dark energy swallowed entire groups of beasts instantly. I raised both hands. Golden light erupted from my body violently. The ground cracked apart. Several shadow beasts were thrown across the sanctuary ruins like broken dolls. The hunter watched everything calmly. Almost amused.BCaldor moved toward Damian suddenly. Steel clashed loudly as Damian blocked his attack.The force shattered stone under them. “You still fight for a throne you no longer own,” Caldor mocked. Damian growled. “I fight for her.”bCaldor’s smile disappeared slightly.

- In which the woman said. So, to look, the guards and soldiers arrived, the dead were coming in and unloading the merchandise, on their floating platforms. Even if she were to start, looking around, being led by the war priestesses, across the floating bridges, towards the palace that was far from the landing center, to which they saw those who were left with what they killed. The religion was commanded by the high priest and king Chronos, he spread, expanded and recruited thousands of races across the multiverse.

Something different. Adiya was kneeling by the edge of a bed in the staff quarters. Hands clasped around a rosary, her head bowed. Her lips moved in silent prayer. But it wasn't the praying itself that pulled me in—it was the cross on the metal chain. I froze. It was faint, delicate, but the insignia struck a chord of recognition deep within me. I zoomed in on the image before enhancing the frame, squinting through the magnification. My fingers trembled. The cross—its unique design, the curves of the engraving—was nagging at my brain.

One time she would be nice and the other time, she would behave like she does not know him and does not care. Is that how badly she does not want to be friends with him? He grabbed a fistful of his hair in frustration. What's going on? Gosh! His eyes wandered around the room and he saw the two boxes he had gotten yesterday on his study table. He opened Vanessa's gift angrily. He had no time yesterday to unwrap it. He opened the box after unwrapping the wrapper and saw the male wristwatch in it which is expensive. It shone and reeked of wealth.

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

He saw Director Thorne struggling to his feet, his eyes filled with hope. And Alexander saw, below in the ruins of the museum the collapsed Chronos Engine beginning to pulse again. It was red, hungry and alive. The Chronos Engine was really coming back to life. Alexander had three paths to choose from. These three paths were choices.. Alexander stood at the center of it all, holding his son facing a future that could only be written by a leap of faith, in the Chronos Engine and its power. Alexander was taking a risk with the Chronos Engine.