Kryptonian Novels & Stories

So, you need not be afraid of us. But I have a request, more of a favor from you.' Argus and Fabian exchanged looks. What was that the man was asking from them? And why? The man continued' I am Karmen. The leader of the Krakens. We had a little battle with the king's forces and a few of my brothers are injured. I know priests are masters of healing. So, as a favor, I want you to tend my fallen brothers, and in return, I will show you a secret route that will take you to Delphi within two days. I will also provide you provisions for the journey'.

A gold necklace hangs around her neck, with a moon and three stars on top. "Selene, my real name is Carol Dianne Slate. You and I are descendant of our goddess, Artemis, our mother... sister, of goddess Selene, and Hecate....our third moon goddess. Selene, you and I are rightful warriors, protectors of our moon goddess Selene, we have served to protect her from the beginning of time. We come from a lineage of warriors, and protectors. That is why, you were bestowed with the gift of our moon goddess Artemis, as a warrior and protector. Not only to our goddess, but in your case, to your pack. In you are powers greater then you know. But you are yet to embrace and discover them. You are a right

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

And dad. Fuck....dad.... He is so going to kill me. The phone isn't even a month old yet. Fucking expensive shit. Did I drop it yesterday? Or does Xavier have it? I will just ask Xavier later. Well this would be a good time to explore the last door. I walk towards the mysterious door, with my finger around the golden designed key, I try pushing at first, pulling when it would bulge. The colour draining at my face at the sighto behold. Is he a part of the Mafia or what?

They were haggard, their skin pale and sallow from a lack of Sombra-vitamins, their eyes darting with the frantic energy of the "Old Human." In the center of the group stood a man in a bulky, hydraulic exoskeleton. It was a crude piece of machinery, powered by a rack of lead-acid batteries that hummed with a different, more mechanical frequency. This was Cassian Ares, the son of Julianna, the "Iron King" of the tunnels.

They emerged onto a grated balcony overlooking a massive, sunken concrete combat pit. Down in the sand, the fight had just ended. Standing victorious over the twitching, sparked-out remains of a heavy combat cyborg was a woman who looked like she had been forged in a volcano. She was a Kroltan—standing nearly seven feet tall, her skin a deep, hardened crimson laced with natural, jagged bio-armor plating. She dropped a massive, blood-stained kinetic hammer onto the sand, raising her heavily scarred arms as the crowd screamed her name.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Then the doors opened and the energy in the room shifted. Fabian Clay walked in like he owned the place, even though I knew he didn’t. Tall, polished, with that blond hair and icy blue eyes that scanned the room like he was cataloguing every detail. He moved with the relaxed authority of a man who knew he wasn’t welcome and had decided to enjoy the discomfort he caused. Conversations dipped around him. A few people recognized him as the rival alpha, tech empire, or the name that made Tristan’s jaw tighten in meetings.

Jessi sat on a chair, ready to write everything in hologramic language, later transferred into greek on a paper scribe. Nero started the conversation with a question, " Why would the Krystonians of all people attack us? King Claytis has prospered a peaceful nation. As a statement from King Claytis, he states that it may be time to take back his people and his resources, and by resources, he means New Germany's Uranium and rare metals, Sollrica's plants and animals, as Xoria's king I purpose-

The most powerful combo. They chose to hide their son's existence for his safety. Kian's birth is not ordinary. He is a hidden treasure not only for the Mages but to the entire supernaturals. Unlike his dada Calvin, Kian got almost full capabilities of the dark core. While Calvin only got some parts of it. He is stronger than the others because he is the human vessel of the Dark deity, Kaios.