Invincible Viltrumite Leader Mga Nobela at Kwento

" ''I'm not at all interested in leadership. You guys just leave it to the others!” ''Halvir! You're *Sapphire of the Jaguar Clan..." ''So?!'' ''What do you mean? You're the strongest…'' “Elder, I've always been a *Sapphire. But, Mischa, who was only an *Amethyst… proved that level doesn't mean everything. He was an *Amethyst but he was able to bring this Village in a better direction. I support Mischa. He recommended Ruvi, as did I." Halvir confirms his decision when many young soldiers idolize him a lot. Of course, because of Halvir's statement, more and more people will support Ruvi.

“The Undead are Dragons?” “The intelligent ones are,” Vanalise nods. “They can retain their sanity and intelligence. The ones who cannot do so, are not Dragons but are humans turned into Undead. The leader of the Undead is an ancient Dragon named Ilyich. He was once the leader of all Dragons but now, no one knows what happened to him.”

Right after, Zion lost his balance. He hurled through the air and slammed against a wall, which left a deep crater. Everyone in the room gasped. Zion was the branch leader of the Martial League of Grayvale and a powerful ninth grade fighter. How could he be beaten with just one strike? What kind of monster was Dustin? Ignatius’s eyes widened. His breathing stilled. How could Zion be beaten? What kind of power did Dustin have? Ignatius trembled in fear.

I said, looking in the side. "I don't know why you don't want to believe and trust me… what would I stand to gain from hurting my mate, Wellintine..?" He said, swirling his hands around my arms. "I'm here to give you your true life, my Luna.. to protect you from all these evil humans, and make you the queen that everyone would place on high regards." I swear, his eyes were just so charming… and I could feel myself melting in his touch.

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

Vulterra will lead his Sky eaters to the southeastern region of the planet and eliminate the mounted warriors heading to the city. Levia will head to the eastern region of the planet as a large force of enemies that siege the forest city. Though he is reluctant to send Levia knowing that her clan has the highest adaptability and evolution out of all the clans. She would never disobey the will of her progenitor but she would gladly taste the genetic code of her enemies and create wondrous new warriors all in the name of the High Glaives. Titus would lead his clan further south where a large number of refugees are held and provide relief for them as he is the voice of reason out of all the cla

“Not my problem anymore. If you don’t like it, take it up with that git Claymore. He’s the reason we’re leaving.” Claymore. These days she seemed filled with rage at the mere mention of his name. The vampire was the leader of their community, and in his days, one of the fiercest warriors she’d ever had the pleasure of fighting alongside. His sacrifices during the Goblin War and his family ties to one of the founders of the town, had helped propel him to his position amongst Lilith’s Hollow’s citizens.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and oil paintings of previous Alphas lined the walls. "These are all past leaders of Silvermoon," Rosie explained, gesturing to the portraits as she began dusting. "That's the current Alpha's father, and his grandfather before that. The Stormridge line goes back almost two hundred years." Sera studied the paintings as she worked. She could see the family resemblance-strong features, dark hair, those distinctive grey eyes. Men who looked like they'd been born to command.

Riven said as we stood by the door. I threw him a cold glare before stepping in. My shadows stirred uneasily, clearly detesting some of the new arrivals. There were seven sorcerers, four of third rank and three of lower rank. As expected. “Alpha Kaiden,” one of them said, rising to his feet. He was of average height and build, with salt-and-pepper hair and deep brown eyes. “I’m Vincent, the leader of this group.” He extended a hand for a handshake, which I reluctantly accepted.

But by the way everyone bowed their heads as he passed, I knew he was someone very dangerous. Vale bowed his head slightly. “We kept her alive like you asked.” The massive rogue leader stepped forward and grinned, showing rows of teeth too sharp to be normal. “Little Lilith,” he purred. “We’ve been looking for you.” Terror filled my veins. “No,” I whispered. “Vale— please— don’t do this—” He didn’t look at me, not once. The huge rogue cracked his knuckles. “You lied to them. You lied to us. And you lied to our Alpha.”