Glory And Deathbringer Novels & Stories

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

Nio stood still, waiting for the attack, when several goblin archers on the barricades shouted: "Sunbringer, that's the Sunbringer." The shout spread among the crowd and while some called him by his new nickname, others shouted: "King slayer!" The shamans at the barricades hesitated. That hesitation gave Shieena just enough time to yell: “I am bringing home your brothers and sisters, all of them former prisoners from Canestor. I bring with me the Sunbringer, killer of the dwarf king. You will not use force against us. If you do, he will destroy you with his terrible black magic. He will rain terror and death upon you!”

"Creation and destruction. He is not just a champion, Dean. He is both. He is the power that starts and the power that ends." Outside, the battle raged at a fevered pitch. Dickson's face was a map of new bruises and cuts, his face a mask of rage as he fell to his knee, his immense greatsword parrying the corrupted being made completely of deformed, spiked obsidian. "Gloria! Your wards! They're hardening!" "No! They're resisting!" Gloria's voice was a pained whisper, hands over ears, attempting to muffle the raging cacophony of whispers. "The whispers… telling me to surrender… to join them!"

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

She must have sensed his fury. “What are you doing out here in the river Styx? Don’t you know you could have DIED?” He held her arms and shook her. For gods and demigods, going in the river Styx does not affect them in any way. But for mortals, the river Styx is deadly. It absorbs the life force of the human until it becomes lifeless. “That would be better than not trying to escape!” She countered. “Why would you even escape?” “You do not understand.”

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

She channeled celestial energy into a final, cataclysmic surge, aimed directly at the core of the Voidbringer's darkness. As the surge of celestial power struck the heart of the Voidbringer, a blinding explosion of light erupted. The darkness recoiled, writhing and retreating, unable to withstand the purity and brilliance of the celestial onslaught. The celestial flames consumed the darkness, purifying it and transforming it into radiant celestial energy. With a resounding triumph, the Voidbringer dissipated, its malevolence vanquished. The cosmos trembled with the echoes of the celestial victory, as realms across the universe were bathed in celestial light, embracing a new era of harmony an

And I looked, and behold, a pale horse! And its rider's name was Death, and Hades followed him. And they were given authority over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by wild beasts of the earth. – Revelations 6:8 The 5th Hegemony Fleet, or what was left of it, flashed into the Rylaren Gamede system with a bright flash. They were joined by the remaining mercenary fleet, evacuee ships, and whoever else they could get out of Conflict Sector 2.

And at its center, a figure stood—a wolf made of shadow and frost. "Welcome," it said, its voice like grinding ice. "I have been waiting." Lira stepped forward. "Who are you?" "I am what was forgotten. What was left to rot." The figure's eyes glowed with cold fire. "I am the Grey Death. And I have come to reclaim what was taken." "You're not reclaiming anything. You're destroying." "I am restoring balance. The Hidden Lunas have tipped the scales too far. Light without shadow is tyranny."

Earned through death and resurrection, through torture and survival, through loving Zack with everything I had even when the universe tried to tear us apart. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" My voice resonated with cosmic authority that made reality itself tremble. The shadow beasts froze. Every single one, locked in place as if time had stopped for them alone. Malachar's confident expression cracked. "Impossible. She is just a Luna. She should not have this kind of—" "I am not just a Luna." I rose slowly, power crackling around me like lightning. "I am death and rebirth made flesh. I am the answer to your ritual and your destruction. I am what happens when you push someone too far."