King Of Destruction Mga Nobela at Kwento

The pain it cause me registers in my system, as I endure the sight of blood flowing from the abrupt attack. "I didn't kill the Alpha of the West only to submit to you my Prince! Now you have to know that I don't bow before the Alpha King or the Moon Goddess, I bow to no one before me. My own strength and power is like no other. I only believe in myself! And I am going to conquer the four regions and make this world mine!" As his power dominates the whole place with every word he has spoken, I begin to notice the growing panic in the hearts of my warriors. "You can't have the world! I won't let you! For as long as I live, there will be peace under the Alpha King's rule!"

He stood tall, cloaked in a robe of writhing black, crowned with horns of shattered bone, eyes burning like dying stars. “So many have tried to shape this world in their image,” he said. “Gods. Kings. Saints. They all tried to fix it, to change it. And they failed. Why should my ambition be any different?” “Because you’re not fixing anything,” Sarah said. “You’re just destroying it.” “And what is destruction,” he asked, “if not the first step toward rebirth?” Sarah’s jaw tightened. “Then I’m glad you know you’re going to fail.”

Suddenly the emperor appeared and blocked the black magic to protect his soldiers. Empaler Aegaeus retaliated, and he created a massive vortex that included white electricity. He immediately released him, and many of Filius Bein's soldiers were killed. He retaliated, and he also created a black whirlwind and so did the emperor. Until they release it at the same time.

I narrowed my eyes and moved through them, swinging my axe with deadly accuracy. “Eugenius! I already took your left hand. Now I’ll take your head.” I called out, pointing my axe at my predecessor. The red aura that has been growing stronger around me surrounded my axe. The blood of the men I killed for standing in my way dripped from its blade. It is time to fulfill the prophecy. I am the Destroyer, and the fall of Olympus is in my hands. I shall not fail my people. I will not fail this world. I will not fail Ismene-Eirene.

And before the sharp edge of Allan’s small knife entered Alex’s body, the blue light covered his hands, burning them like the stars that land on his very skin. “Y-you… y-OU!! ” That is the last word the King of Voneveir utters before he finds his rest as he turns to ashes.

Can the sky crash on me right now? I can't believe I've finished eight out of the ten things that I should do to destroy him. Only two steps away from reaching the point where I must break his heart. I'm thinking, do I really need to break his heart? Do I really have to be the weapon for the destruction of the most enormous jerk I've known in my whole life? Am I made for that? What if karma hits me even harder? Unravel me into shreds. Smash me into tiny bits. I should tap out of this crazy shit. My eyes brushed throughout the words written on the paper until I saw the one and only rule I have to follow.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

The Prince's Gambit had failed. And the god of destruction had found its vessel.

He stood in the center of the un-building city, his gold eyes wide with a terrifying, suicidal clarity as he watched the foundation of his world turn into a river of fire. He looked at the statue of his mother, and for a heartbeat, the quartz eyes seemed to blink. The Collector vessel above the dome sensed the breach. The white light of the sky descended like a physical hand, reaching through the collapsing roof to snatch the King from the ruins of his own throne. Leo tightened his grip on the silver chain, his boots melting into the floor as the first bone-white claw—

“I’ll destroy him if it’s the last thing I do.” As I continued walking, my steps were heavy but purposeful. The ruins stretched endlessly around me, a testament to my failure. But deep within, a fire burned. It was fueled by hatred, a desperate need for redemption, and a vow that I would not stop until the Alpha King fell.