Godshard Chronicles Novels & Stories

In addition, his heavenly fire and Linebreaker Overlord. He used everything up his sleeves. However, he still could not withstand the numbers. After a few rounds, Andrius fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood continuously. “Die!” Gareth laughed. “Andrius Moonshade, thank you for the Chronos Stone!” With that, Gareth gave a signal, and everyone rushed up, including himself. Just as Andrius was about to be killed by the experts... Boom— Suddenly, the sky shook as if the end of the world had arrived.

"With one intent, one heart, we can rebind Entropy!" The guardians, unified in purpose, channeled their energy through Sasha, directing it at the menacing force before them. The Nexus itself seemed to rally behind them, its myriad moments lending their strength. With a blinding flash of light, a shockwave emanated from the shard's location, dispelling the shadows and restoring a serene harmony to the Nexus. As the guardians regrouped, catching their breaths, the Chrono Shard, now calm, floated gently into Sasha's outstretched hand.

Lying in front of the shareholders like this? She stepped forward. "Aren't you afraid you'll be exposed and humiliate yourself?" "I'm telling you, leave now. When you get slapped in the face later, don't cry about it." Hudson followed up. "Damon, I know you're upset because of your father. We all understand. "But this isn't something you can joke about. This isn't a game." "Exactly." I curled my lips slightly, a chill spreading through my eyes. "This isn't a game."

The Holy Bible. “Our names are all listed in there.” Ben pointed at the Encyclopedia. “My name is Eligor or Abigor, and Richard is Ipos.” I flipped through the book. “Here is a reference guide,” he said handing me another. “We all have purposes...apparently.” He chuckled as he too began to guzzle the Brandy. I had taken only a sip and felt as though the hard liquor was going to burn a hole right through my throat. “Stevie is Abbadon. And Paulo. His true name is Lahash.”

"It’s not a handout. It’s a trade. Consider it a loan, like the High Priest’s archives. Besides, I’ve already memorized them. They’re just rotting on my shelf." It was a lie, and I hoped the Moon Mother wasn't listening. I had spent two hours agonizing over which ones to bring before settling on the Chronicles of the Elder Moon—the most sacred history we had. I didn't care if he was a 'scrapper.' I knew he’d understand the weight of the words. Grayson hesitated, his silver eyes darting toward the pack families gathering around the roasting pits. I could read the tension in his shoulders. He felt like an intruder.

Sending his only younger brother into a den of wounded lions? Absolutely not. It wasn’t that he doubted Uzair’s intelligence. If anything, that was the problem—Uzair was far too capable. Too sharp. Too willing to walk straight into danger if it meant getting the job done. He was too good at it. Too clever. And perhaps that was exactly why it terrified him. And Shreyaanz knew exactly what that cost. He had only just returned home after completing a perilous mission that had kept him away for six long months.

At the beginning, when Melanie first started having those so-called allergic reactions to me, I truly believed something was wrong with me. Desperate to help her get better, I panicked and ended up trusting the so-called experts she brought in, following their advice and taking herbs and supplements for half a year. It was not until later that a real doctor told me that they were too harsh and that the prolonged use had already taken a toll on my body. That was why I had lost the ability to have children. A flicker of unease crossed Melanie's face, but it vanished quickly. She went right back to acting righteous and unreasonable.

A woman’s voice, gentle and raw, whispering as his newborn body burned with unnatural fire: “Ix vel’ara zha. Kai thrak’eth nex ix, ix-lir kharuun.” “I love you… be strong for me, my little warrior.” His mother’s final gift. The Shadow Queen. Her death hadn’t been for nothing. And now, after all this time, he wasn’t the only one marked by that place. Not the only one broken… or built for more. He closed the file gently, rage and clarity thrumming beneath his skin. His flame danced wilder, answering the beast inside him.

I smiled, feeling a sense of closure and liberation. “This is it,” I whispered to the empty room. “This is my story. Shattered Vows, but rebuilt life.” Darius leaned over, brushing a kiss against my temple. “And it’s beautiful,” he said softly. “Just like you.” I laughed quietly, the sound full of relief and contentment. “It’s our story too, in a way.” He nodded, holding my hand. “Every part of it. Every scar, every mistake, every triumph. And now… we get to write the next chapters together.”

He's just waiting to claim his prize. ​"Your great-grandfather," Seraphina said, her voice chillingly calm. "Malphas. He used Eris. He drained her, then he killed her. To power his armies." ​Kael looked like he had been struck. He glanced at Arion, then back at Seraphina. "That's... that's a lie. The legends say Eris betrayed him. That she broke the world!" ​"Legends are written by the victors, Prince," Seraphina spat, the bitterness making her voice crack. "And your family always wins, don't they? They always take what they want."