Glory And Deathbringer Novels & Stories

He chittered, with sarcasm in his tone. "Quit the joke," the processor said, her voice now coming out harshly, while her countenance also changed to a serious one. Every one of us was straightened out, ready to listen to her new order. The clouds have now darkened more, and all the sky's bodies have now shown their glory. We all know this is a battle of no retrieval, and it will determine the fate of the world. I can remember all the sights of the Mediterranean Sea, the desert sand, and the burnt bodies. All the Sicily islands, Malta, and the Palermo sea that joined the Mediterranean sea were dry. Even from afar, I can see the Balrog in her destruction form. She wreaks havoc, destroying ever

Ye who is chosen has crossed the divide, To a land not hers, where the dead gods hide. The world has shifted, the seals undone, From ash and flame, let Hell be born. Seek the Father, the soil, the thread, What binds the living to what is dead? For evil stirs where the sun won’t rise, And shadow sharpens behind your eyes. The weight of ages bends your spine, This war is yours, but not by design. You will not stand, nor fall, alone, Blood will answer blood unknown. This battle grants what your heart demands, Yet takes far more than it ever plans.

Shocked, Beatrice watched the life disappear from his eyes, and his screaming finally stopped. The shaman sank into the air, swallowed by it until there was nothing left to mark its passing save for a small shiver in a space a few metres off of the ground. Whilst the shaman had gone, the voice had not. ‘Bringer of Joy they call you,’ it sneered. ‘And the incorruptible heart decrees the rescue of her nemesis. How noble you are Bringer. As noble as your sister is brave. Your kind reeks of humanity. It has no place here. But you are two when there must be three. Only then can you influence that which you cannot see, and only then can the light touch those in darkness. And in the darkness, Bring

When darkness rides the dawn shall come. In the presence of fear comes hope. In the crimson fires of the burning heart, I shall mold you, through fire and ice you shall be tempered, Clad in living steel you shall stand against the Demons, From thy blood your oaths written, From bone and steel I shall fashion weapons of unimaginable power, Thy mind shall be broken and remade to stand against the temptation of the corrupt. You are my Knights, You are my enforcers, The defenders of creation, The champions of life, The embodiment of Honor and loyalty, You shall serve for thy duty is eternal now and forevermore.

Cory could hear the chirping of birds as grass grew at their feet. “Cory,” mumbled Cory’s father. She looked up at him and knew instantly that he recognised her. She reached a hand towards him and he sat near to her with his arm around her and Hayden’s cloak still draped around his shoulders. They both wept. It was a bittersweet reunion. The twins knelt at the fallen Alpha Prince’s side, paying their respects, as people emerged from the dried up marshlands. These were the collared Stormbringers, the people dragged into the marshlands over the years. They had turned back into themselves. They gathered around the small group of their saviours. Cory recognised the ones Anestra had swept away fr

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.

Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit. Leaving her: Kim Mylean Ashyver - King of the Angles Glowing golden wings and halo Wind blowing around her Golden power sparking at her fingertips “You did good Kimmy.” I pop up next to her. She breathes and it begins to fade. He wings and halo she must still learn to use. To summon as she wishes. “Now it’s time to go.” The battle ringing outside rings through her as she takes off into a run. “You made the right choice,” Hermione, Goddess of Death, whispered next to me, “AllFather.” “I certainly did.”

Kimberly warned him but he stood his ground, "What is wrong with you Kimberly? I command you to kill them both, now!" "Perhaps you overestimate yourself even now. I thought to spare you but I changed my mind now" He didn't even see Allegra raise her hand, and the next second, his throat was widely slit open by her deadly claws. Blood gushed out of his throat and he dropped to his knees before her. She snapped his neck and he dropped flat to the ground causing the pack members to gasp. "As I was saying.." Allegra continued, "The Death Bringers is dissolved. Your alpha is gone and there is no pack without an alpha or a beta, took this one out so he doesn't become a problem later"

She shouted, lifting her glaive with both hands; the blade burned with white flames, and the halo of light around her glowed like the sun. “In the name of the god, Sol, and the goddess, Selene, I sentence you to death.” “Die!” Draven roared, forming a large ball of red energy in his palms and shooting it to her. She disappeared in a second, and in the next, she was in his face, wearing a proud smile. “Goodbye, Draven. You’re dream of godhood ends here and now.” She swung her glaive, and the blade ran through his neck.

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.