Divine Emperor Of Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

But his voice was quite stern and I could hear him clearly. “I’m standing right in front of the room of that girl, Sir. She is an orphan and a commoner”. “I’ve told you millions of times that I don’t need commoners. Yes, I did ask you to find red-eyed vampires and bring them on our side but I didn’t mean that you could bring commoners. I know that they are of divine blood too but they are too weak and if they are weak that means they are also weak in their relationship with the Goddess”, said the hooded guy

It read: Many years ago, our Moon created the perfect wolf, a Deity with the ability to take over the minds of corrupt kings and leaders. However, one day he met his match and was devoured, tainting his existence. Even in defeat, our Deity banished himself to prevent any harm to his people. It has been prophesied that he will return on the 8th Crimson Moon. Our Lord shall return, glorious and unblemished, marking the death of a corrupt demon and the rebirth of our beloved Deity.

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

"I wasn’t even a decent man when I was alive. If I’m some chosen one now, it’s a joke. It’s all bullshit." The Guardian’s tone grew even sharper, a sneer threading through the voice. "The life you knew is gone, Zane. What you think you know about power, control, is nothing. You—" The Guardian paused, voice dripping with disdain, "—you are the worst of all your past incarnations. The one with no morals, no soul, the one who destroyed everything, including the one you loved. Your soulmate’s disappointment in you across all your incarnations has led to this. You have one last chance to make it right and save her."

His heart dropped when he realised thatshe is not with him anymore. He didn't even try to fight and closed his eyes, letting his enemy burn him down because without his Grace there was nothing left to live for. He was ready to embrace death so he could meet her in another world.

I heard a man’s voice nearby and I speculated that he’s a threat. “Who the hell are you?!” I stood up without any hesitation though I might get killed and asked him directly. “My name is Lucifer Denville, and I’m the demon king. And you’re Emerald Greenfield, my lovely bride,” he simply lowered his head. My eyes widen as I got to view a tall man with long black silky hair, white skin, red flaring eyes whose wearing a long black coat with golden chains around him. “H-How did you know my name?” I trembled.

It has a creepy factor attached to it rather. "Well, for what I want from you is something that'll cost you a little freedom."He said to her, "And what's that?" "I need you to confess guilty to killing Xander Williamson...." "What?!" Keira was astounded at the man's preposterous condition to dropping the charges. "Yes Keira, I need you to confess to killing Xander and you'll be set freed from your impending." He repeated with great reassurance, leaving Keira shocked and speechless.

Blood shed is what they always crave and no amount of chaos can ever quench their thirst. The news rapidly spread like a wildfire and it reached the ears of Nevaeh, the King of Heaven, and immediately sought for a way to cease the mayhem caused by the said creatures of darkness. The king ordered his men to slaughter the wolves and not leave any single trace of their kind. Alois Devaraux, the first Emperor of Heaven who is known for his excellency in crafting weapons, set his own foot on the land of mortals to bring peace and execute the wolves using his very own hands.