Chrono Crusade Novels & Stories

They might be able to survive this given that this streak continues. "Kronos! Retreat to my rear… " Hadeon commanded. Kronos, the Rank 12th Challenger, most known as the Indomitable Defense, did as he said and retreated. He is the tanker and the right-hand man of Hadeon. Suddenly the rest of the Guild also joined the battle, striking at least three Bandersnatches on the way. What's more surprising is those feral Challengers. Their attacks are obviously uncoordinated yet it exhibits frightening raw strength and agility.

said an elderly Seventh-grade Human King up ahead. Chu Xun smiled. Now in his guise as a common-looking young man, no one knew that the main event of the Crusade was lurking here unseen. "Are you here to cheer for the Devil, friend?" Luo Yuan tried to strike up a conversation, eager to build rapport with the savior who had just saved him. Chu Xun nodded wordlessly. "That old friend up ahead speaks truly. If only all humans band together, we would not have needed to fear these alien races in the first place."

I stared at the banners. The red crescent moon on black silk, the same symbol that marked my face. Hundreds of soldiers on horseback, all wearing that mark. “What the hell is this?” I whispered. Louis was grinning, actually grinning despite the blood soaking through his bandage. “My insurance policy.” Nasir’s face went white. “That’s impossible. House Rashad has no army. The bloodline was destroyed.” “Not destroyed,” a woman’s voice called out from the approaching army. “Just waiting.”

“Together.” They strode from the keep into the courtyard’s center, where the crimson horizon now glowed with first light. Above them, the Spire of Storms loomed tall—thundering with the remnants of fury. Armed with dream-silk and wolf-pulse, they advanced toward the final bastion, ready to end the siege and claim Skyforge Citadel in full. Because even the fiercest storm must bow to starlight—and no empire could withstand the roar of awakened souls united under shared dreams.

Deadly. A stark contrast to what came next. Jaxon walked toward the other end of the arena, blood still soaking through the slashes on his back. He ignored the swords and daggers, his gaze focused on a black case resting on the weapons table. With a smirk, he flipped it open and pulled out a sleek .45 caliber pistol. Cold steel. Loud. Unforgiving. The matriarch clapped her hands slowly, her eyes burning with delight. “How poetic,” she purred. “One chooses the elegance of tradition. The other, the brutality of modern power. Blade against bullet. Art against instinct.”

I asked Christopher, confused why he was pulling me away from the battle. “Because I have a plan to get into the building while the war is being fought on the opposite side of the building. I have the maps memorized and I have a plan.” Christopher tells me and I trust that he knows what he is doing and I decide to follow him. In the distance I could hear the wolves and the hybrids as they battled it out and I could see that the wolves were winning. Then I see huge dogs that were in a blaze of fire attacking the men in cloaks. They were holding their own but the men in the black cloaks were using a black mist to fight them off.

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.

Hindi masyadong malallim ang sugat, ngunit sapat klamang ito upang manghina siya at hindi na makalaban. “Prtektahan ang mahal na Emperador!” Sigaw ni Heneral Troy nang makitang nakahandusay na sa lupa ang kanilang pinuno. Agad ding pinalibutan ng daan daang mga kawal ng kanilang emperyo ang kanilang duguang Emperador dahilan upang hindi na ito malapitan pa ni Prinsipe Greyson para tuluyan ng kilitin ang buhay ng demonyong Emperador.

He is the Alpha now and that comes with making a lot of tough decisions, one of them must have been sending Lucien away. “No. You had just realized I had gone and assumed I needed to be escorted… I am the Luna of this pack, I was a warrior for the King before Tobias. I know how to fight and take care of myself, but I was ambushed.” I sigh, wrapping my fingers through Louis’ fingers, grounding myself for a truth I needed to tell them.

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”