Novel & Cerita Dawn Of Immortals

I replied. Hugo leaned forward from his seat and continued the tale saying, "She wasn't trapped, little miss. She chose to stay there. You see, the dimension where all the entities were bound is called Tartarus. It is the deepest section of the underworld which harboured all the darkness and evil of the world; some birthed by Tartarus itself, some children of dark primordial beings such as Khaos, Nyx, and Erebos. Among these children are the triad of death namely Moros, daemon of doom; Ker, bringer of violent death; and Thanatos, spirit of gentle passing. Their presence combined gave birth to a condition of aspiration and desire to live; hence, the existence of Elpis, spirit of hope. Elpis s

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

And with that, I stepped out of the room. I could hear Dawn whimpering as I stepped away but right now, I couldn’t bring myself to stay back. I quickly dashed through the corridors, stopping only when I arrived at the throne room because true to Cassidy’s words, there were ‘elders’ in my house- not one or two, but five! All clad in dark colored robes and had red sharp eyes. And there was someone else… Emmet! He was sitting on my throne, drinking my wine, and addressing them with so much confidence that one would think he was indeed the Alpha if they didn’t know anything about us- and that thought alone made my blood boil with so much rage that I feared I would explode with it.

From deep below, something massive stirred, exhaling a sound that didn’t belong to anything mortal. The earth itself was waking. Travian wrapped his arms around Soren as the tremors shook the clinic. The air shimmered with power older than language, older than gods. Outside, dawn bled into crimson. The horizon burned as if the sun itself was weeping blood. And far, far away—beyond the valley, beyond the mortal realm—the first of the ancient gates shuddered, then opened with a roar that silenced the world. *******

Alex smiled. How could he not know such a simple principle? “What’s the second realm to Imminent Immortal?” “Imminent Immortal... Could it be that it’s the realm after the Tribulation Crossing?” Alex asked. He did not know that there was such a realm as the Imminent Immortal. There was no introduction of Imminent Immortal whatsoever in the legacy that he had acquired from his ancestor. It only mentioned the next level after reaching the cultivation base of Tribulation Crossing would be the Immortalization realm.

A few years ago, in which after the establishment of the galaxy of the Tasmond Empire, in which seeing that his people had enough wisdom and strength to live on their own, Barbatos leaves so he cannot become a tyrant. The Blooming Red Dawn Festival is established in memory of those who fought for freedom during the Decarabian reign, with the communication code "Flower of the Wind" being mistaken for literal flowers, while the festival came to be about finding love. 2,000 years ago, when the War of Dawn comes to an end as the final divine seat in Seranindun is claimed, consolidating the positions of the original members of the Seven Emperors of the Forgotten Sectors, with the defeated gods wh

“What did they offer you? What could be worth betraying your own pack?” Darius’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Immortality. Power beyond your wildest dreams. And once they take control, I’ll be right there at the top, ruling over what’s left of this world.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Darius wasn’t just a traitor—he was a madman. “You’re delusional,” I spat. “The Primordials will destroy everything. You won’t be ruling anything.” Darius’s expression darkened, his smile fading. “You’ll see soon enough, Quinton. The Primordials are already on the move. This battle you fought? It was just the beginning. And when they come for you again, you won’t be able to stop them

If Kael wants war, I’ll give him one that carves itself into eternity. The floor trembles as the vault doors groan open. Light spills out, blinding, holy, savage. They drag them forth—the first of the Dawnforged. Massive constructs, towering like mountains, their frames pulsing with molten veins of pure radiance. Each one a furnace of annihilation wrapped in armor older than language. I step toward them, and the air hums in worship. My sigils blaze. My voice rises like a storm about to split the world.

I responded. He looked annoyed, but he took a deep breath before asking, "Do you really mean it, my dearest Daughter? You know that a promise made by Immortals can never be broken until our soul perishes one day." I nodded sincerely, so he kissed my forehead in hesitation and took a pearl-like stone that emerged from my heart—it was the 'Stone of Oath, also known as the promising stone of an Immortal. He looked sad, but he promised me that he would give it to Dylan as a reward for his honesty and loyalty. It would be up to him if he took it or not.

He started "You also have to cut ties with this world in order to defend Altheda, remember not only is our realm in danger but this world is also in danger. It is all left for you to decide, it's time for The Dawn of A Guardian." He said those words with so much emphasis. And before I know it another smoke screen filled up the book shop again, I managed to find my way out before I would choke to death.