Cronus Ampora Fanart Novels & Stories

Sophie scampered into the throne room in such a way that alerted Alpha Jones. "Is there any problem?" he gave her his attention right away. "There are lots of problems that you have refused to see" she replied sternly. "Starting from the demon seated beside you" she pointed at Kratos. "This is Kratos, my beta, not a demon" Alpha Jones laughed in response. Kratos joined him. "You are going to lose me and that is when you will realize how bad the Manor has rotten" she wished he could just understand her now.

His eyes remain filling up with hunger as they take in my breasts covered by a transparent nightgown. The heat of his gaze begins to boil in my chest making its way down to my stomach and finally my core. Clenching my thighs I move closer to the fan by my side to cool my hot body. No matter how many fights or misunderstandings we have, we will always be seduced by the bond we possess. We will always want to devourer the other. I watch as Cronus walks to Deimos and puts his hand over his shoulder sparking a conversation. He seems happy as he casually pushes him while teasing him. Is this how they were in the past? Close friends?

She didn’t plan on putting on anything overly elaborate to seek out Rok. As she washed herself using a bowl of warm water and lightly scented floral soap, she thought about who would be next in line for the throne if Eru married Hextan and the dragon killed Nya. It would be their cousin, who was currently only thirteen years old. His name was Sten. He was her father’s sister’s son. He was a bright boy, strong and handsome. He would probably make a better king than Nya would a queen, she thought.

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

But Menkera caught up with no effort. “ What?!” Kronos demanded, his eyes flying open. Menkera smirked and placed a hand on his chest. “ Your little trick wasn’t much of an upgrade now was it?” A battle lance made out of jade burst from his palm and pierced Kronos’s chest. Kronos yelled in agony and grabbed the lance with both hands. My Mana! He’s using this damn thing to drain my Mana! With a roar, Kronos summoned forth silver lightning on his palms to shatter the lance.

LunaLust01: Our Queen has RISEN HairySituations: the prophecy foretold this return AlphaNeedsSaving: God is real and she wears a velvet mask 😍 PaulMeckner: DANCE, MOTHER. DANCE. Amber was already snorting in the background, half-curled up on the bed with a bag of gummy worms. “Your fans are wild,” she whispered, loud enough for me to hear but away from the camera. “Don’t read them aloud,” I laughed, trying not to break character as the music started. I clicked the unmute button.

I set down my phone and I began my drawing of the wolfen goddess I’d been with, looking over her shoulder at me like she had the night before when I’d taken her from behind. As I drew her, I’d thought about sketching in the crescent moon birthmark on her back, but it was a little too low. It felt far too intimate a detail to share with anyone else, especially when I felt so strongly she was mine. I just wanted to make sure the drawing was good enough to help him identify her by her face anyways. I took a picture of it, and sent Damien a text: This is her. Find her ASAP. You got it, he texted back, and the search was on.

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.

"If you follow me, I won't treat you badly." Thorgan looked down and froze. His eyes widened, and his heavy body began to tremble. "Anama Rei?" Cyrus held a brand-new, unopened Anama Rei figurine. It was a 2024 limited edition, with only 50 units released worldwide. Online prices had already soared past 5,000 dollars, and even then, availability was nonexistent. To a veteran nerd like Thorgan, it was nothing less than a sacred relic. He stared at Cyrus in disbelief, then pointed at himself. "T-This is for me?"

She would never agree to take it easy at home. “Do you think more monsters will try and come for me after I awaken?” Aurora asks from her seat. She looks absolutely adorable sitting there in a pink hoodie and faded jeans. Her brown hair comes down in curls, and her makeup is on point. She is wearing green contact lenses today, which suits her - even if I prefer her purple eyes. “I think so,” I won’t lie to her and sigh. “Purple-eyed werewolves are very special - you know that. They are descendants of the first wolves. The monsters know that and want your blood.”