Conquered Sun 소설 & 이야기

I asked in return. "Anyway joor, just give me the full gist abeg." "Okay. The most important thing you need to know is that I didn't get the contract." "Why na? I thought you said you had everything under control? What happened then?" "A devil and his assistant happened." "All this half half gist, I don't like it oo, just tell me all that happened." How do you tell your kid sister who sees you as a demigod that you were outsmarted by another being.

And there would be more. Joseph looked on and finally saw the four power-armors, still standing but with their upper body hunched forward, slouching like a crumbling statue. Each and every visor ruptured open with smoke coming out of them. Their weakest spot. And the Kalayaan Spec Ops made sure and quick work of it. Real quick work. He looked away. He didn't want to see what was inside. He knew what was inside.

As long as he's mine, as long as he's within my reach, I'm content. Logan is like a beautiful bird. Wild and untamed. I've caught him finally. Trapped him in this beautiful cage I had made with my own hands from scratch. And I'll do anything, absolutely anything to keep him. Even if it means breaking his wings.

A comfortable life was not degrading or humiliating enough for the woman who had supposedly stolen the life of my Claudia. In a bid to finalize my long-term plans, I had focused on ensuring that Alpha Rune would forget she ever existed. When I received word this morning that the Conqueror had completely fallen for our alchemical lie—that he had locked himself in a dark room to mourn and had handed the reins of the Crescent Moon to Kayvon and Carmen—I knew victory was within my grasp. It was only a matter of time before he withdrew his spies from the Twilight Zone entirely.

His throne, an elaborate seat of blazing gold, was set atop a dais, encrusted with sunstones that shimmered with every step he took. The air was warm, always perfumed with the scent of molten amber and sweet nectar. His chambers were adorned with tapestries woven from sunbeams, depicting the many victories he had claimed over the eons. It was a place of immense power and unbearable heat—a fitting abode for the god of the sun, where only the most resilient could withstand the intensity of his presence.

Far to the south, in the ruins of a forgotten temple, the Solar Wolves bowed before a blazing golden altar. “Soon,” intoned their High Priest. “The Sun God will rise… and the Luna will burn.”

“King Valerius is a man who views loss as an investment. He did not send his best to your shores. He sent his experiments. He wanted to see if the North was still capable of producing a God-Killer. Now that he knows the answer is yes, he will not send ships. He will send the Sun itself.” ​The room went cold. Thorne let out a low growl, his hackles rising. ​“What does that mean?” I asked. ​“The Hegemony has a weapon,” Meiling said. “A device called the Solar Forge. It does not drain magic. It amplifies the sun until the land turns to glass. He is preparing to fire it, Queen. And the North is the only target.”

They looked after them and offered them new hope. To thank them for their generosity, humans gave them slaves, for the most part children of people unable to pay off a debt; they were warmly welcomed into the ranks of the Alchemists as apprentices and disciples, sometimes as helpers. They took females and males under their protective wing, without distinction, yet refusing love affairs with anyone who was not an Alchemist. Pure blood had to be preserved in order to allow their race to advance in a sublime way. Then, one day, a stranger arrived, followed by a huge army. He had declared himself the King of those lands, a conqueror of kingdoms; he had subdued the neighboring countries and now h

We would take advantage of it to officially celebrate the rise of both. It would be a decisive day for the pack. We help keep the wolf’s brave spirit burning. An Alpha for which the moon is known as Conqueror and the moon as the unifier. It certainly was not common.

I stepped out—and froze. From the ocean rose thousands of mechanical beings—each identical to Lucas. Their blue chest chips glowing. They knelt in unison. “Queen Sophia, we are Lucas’s backup army, created on Mars over the last decade. Our true enemy—your father—has turned the sun into a weapon. Our commander is missing. Will you lead us?” I looked at the sky again. The mystery of the sun… Lucas’s disappearance… everything was pushing us toward a final, ultimate war. I realized—this was no longer a battle for Earth. It was a war for the entire solar system.