Novel & Cerita Chrono Crusade Chrono

"I have to hide the egg and hurry up to leave this place" Despite his age, Chronos was a very skilled hunter, he could also have the patience and precision enough to transform scales from DD into weapons and light armor to cover certain parts of his body. Everything he knew was thanks to the library which the collectors left when they were reduced to dust by DD. Chronos knew his parents were killed by DD, but he was not angry or sad, he just accepted it a long time ago; this helped him to have no troublesome thoughts while growing, his mind was clear and sharp.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

Nanindig ang aking balahibo ng maalala kung paano niya sabihin ang kaniyang pangalan habang ginagawa namin ang bagay na iyon noon "Its Flynn Thorn Hawkson. The CEO of the Golden Eagle Enterprises." napaawang lalo ang baba ko habang tinitignan sila. Flynn Thorn? I took out my phone and scanned the Golden Eagle Enterprises. When I finally saw his face, it immediately sent shivers down my spine and as if something was urging me to straighten my back. I can't understand the feeling. "Heina." Amber caught my attention. I looked at her eyes. I saw fear and worry. Napakunot ang noo ko.

It wasn't his choice, but in order to rescue his brother, he had no choice but to turn him into one of them, and the little lad had no choice after Camellana saved his life from another illness and a rat infestation that threatened to wipe out the whole population of the Redberg Village. Since then, Dawar and Cronos have embarked on their own mission to recruit new members for their hidden organization. Cornelius also requested that Camellana transform into a Cronos-like creature. Yes, they never get old; they are strong, fast, and powerful, yet they can be slain by old witches' spells, and yet this did not discourage them from carrying out their mission as instructed by the old witches.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

He is after аll раrt оf thе natural оrdеr оf thіngѕ, аѕ іѕ Chronos Chrоnоѕ wаѕ quite annoyed wіth mе fоr making еxtrа work for hіm. The Mоіrае, thе Fаtеѕ, thrее ѕіѕtеrѕ rоbеd іn whіtе; Clоthо, Lасhеѕіѕ & Antropos wеrе smiling. They wеrе greatly amused wіth thе trоublе I wаѕ саuѕіng thеіr cronies. Thеу nоddеd tо еасh оthеr wіth knоwіng lооkѕ оn thеіr bеаutіful fасеѕ. Nevertheless, dеlауіng thе natural оrdеrѕ оf соuld саuѕе іrrераrаblе dаmаgе.... buѕіnеѕѕ is business. I аm after аll a ѕtubbоrn man.

He appeared a few seconds later, his hair still damp and a grin on his face. “Hey, Wrath, good to see you,” Rebel said. “We’re having church, but out here. Get the sweet butts to the basement rooms. All members and prospects present for this one,” Nitro said. “Got it,” Rebel said and left as quietly as he had appeared. Nitro turned toward Whitney and gave her a dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Road Warrior’s clubhouse. A friend of Wrath’s is a friend of ours.” “Thank you,” she said softly.

The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.

He didn't have a face, only a mask of white bone with three horizontal slits of glowing, red light. "I am Chronos-Prime," the figure resonated, his voice a sound of tectonic grinding. "The Progenitor. The one who forged the first Pact to keep the Abyss at bay. And the one who has come to collect the 'Interest' on the survival of the North." "We owe you nothing, Chronos," I said, stepping onto the pier, my golden eyes fixed on the bone-mask. "The North is a world of the living now. The dead have already been released."

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”