Dragon Ball Moro Arc Novels & Stories

"She chooses me. In the end." I roared and drove my sword through his heart. He didn’t die. He laughed. "You can’t kill the future, Leofric." Morwenna screamed. A pulse of moonlight exploded from her chest. It hit him full force. His smile faded. His body unraveled into stardust. She fell. I caught her just before she hit the ground. Her lips moved. Barely a whisper. "It’s starting." "What is?" Her fingers clenched mine. "The war."

Nova’s eyes flash with a bright, otherworldly light as she channels the Goddess’s power. Suddenly, Morana’s body tenses and her hands form into fists next to her body. “The Meraloth is fighting back! It’s trying to assert its control!” Morana cries out, her body arching as the Meraloth’s presence is drawn out of her in a wisp of black smoke. “Nero! It… Gods, it hurts so much!” “You can do this, ‘Rana. You’re stronger than that fucker inside of you,” I growl, wishing I could go to her and wrap my arms around her.

Morana cried, her voice echoing with newfound authority. The light around her intensified, a dazzling display of colors dancing in the air. I could feel the energy pulsing, a tangible force that resonated with the earth itself. As Morana opened her eyes, they glowed with a fierce light. “I’m ready,” she said, her voice steady and strong. With Morana empowered, we rushed back to the heart of the battle where the remnants of our enemies still lurked. I could see the chaos unfolding, the last desperate fight against the hunters and rogues who had sought to destroy us.

James went to the Dark World and found a few people to help him. The mysterious bird, Morangorin, was a peak Nine-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God close to reaching the Acme Rank. In addition, he sought the help of Yehosheva, a powerhouse at the late stage of the Lord Rank’s Ninth Stage, as well as Jabari and Xulia, both Ninth Stage Lords. His team was very powerful. However, their opponent was an Acmean. Even though he was injured and not at his prime, it would be tough to kill him.

A normal werewolf would not fare well against Jorogumo. “You’re dead Aries, like all the rest before you.” Jorogumo sneered thinking she had him cornered as he paused crouching low. He did that on purpose though. He knew she would pause to try and get him. Either spear him with her legs or spew acid at him. That was her mistake to take her eyes off the other two. Daral and Mecir lunged as they were across from each other on either side of Jorogumo. They got a hold of her legs, just one on either side and leapt back yanking as hard as they could. It caused her to nearly splay out on the stone floor and Aries used the wall with his powerful hind legs and was on her in a second.

Hello, readers... The author wants to inform you something. With a heavy heart, I say that this story must end here because the performance is far below the target that must be achieved. Actually, the main conflict of this story is in the final part of this Shamo Land Arc. Then, the conflict will heat up in the next arc. It's a shame that we have to part here. If next time there is a chance, I do want to continue it again. I thank you profusely for those of you who have supported this novel by voting gems and others.

"Oh, little Ash, you will make a fine dragon, but you have a lot to learn about your Uncle Laryn." The change in Ashrac happens so fast it surprises me. Regardless of Sarn's hold, the boy fights like a demon and lands one kick after another. "Don't call me little. I remain the mightiest dragon to ever live." He somehow manages to get close enough to sink his teeth into the top of Sarn's leg. "Ohhh, you brat," Sarn yells out. He releases Ashrac's neck and lifts his hand to strike him. Ashrac throws himself backward over the cliff.

Gas eyes slowly faded, his legs kicked violently in midair before they all went limp, and slowly life faded in his body. His entire body went limp, Don Santiago tossed him aside, and fell to the ground, fainting immediately. All the higher-ups sat on the edge of their chairs, they were shocked by his action. --- The next morning, Mora got out of the house, she was about to buy something across the road. When the wooden entrance gate was pushed open roughly, by some hoodlums with big sticks, all having dragon tattoos on their arms. Mora instinctively retracted in fright, Strong-Arm with his arms behind, entered the courtyard, escorted by ten murderous-looking hoodlums.

In a blur of motion, Alexander unleashed his full power without reservation, his aura terrifying. "Stop him!" Morales exclaimed, shocked and enraged. He wanted nothing more than to take the life of the man before him, to avenge the two elders. Alas, he knew he was no match for this overwhelming force. With a momentary lapse in concentration, Morales' last subordinate fell, leaving him isolated. Though Morales' followers were all warlocks, they were easily defeated. 'Could this man be the legendary Martial Overlord?' dreaded Morales. If so, even at the supreme grand martial level, he was somewhat inadequate.

Morwen, the sorceress of the Nightshade Coven, unleashed wave after wave of dark magic in a desperate attempt to hold back the united packs. But they proved to be more resilient than she had anticipated. With each strike, they grew stronger, fueled by their shared purpose and belief in a better future. As the battle reached its climax, Jericho found himself locked in a fierce confrontation with Morwen herself. Their eyes locked, brimming with determination and defiance. "Your reign of evil ends today," Jericho growled, his voice laced with determination.