Kurtzpel Bringer Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Petrov muttered, reloading his spell-charged revolver. Bain led them into the core chamber — a black dome with bones fused into the ceiling. In the center was the altar: a grotesque child-shaped idol, stitched together with human remains and ritual sigils carved into its ribs. Before they could destroy it, shadows formed. Cult guardians rose from the floor — eyeless, mouthless, yet humming in unison. Dozens of them. Vulture activated the rune etched into his forearm. “Let’s burn them all.” The fight was chaos.

“You are welcome. Now, you must rest. Tomorrow is another day—and soon, you will see if Elle is ready to claim you, or if you must wait for her to come to that decision.” As the shaman turned to leave, Kurt remained seated, staring at the door long after it had closed behind him. The bond was there, inevitable, but the future with Elle—how it would unfold—was still uncertain. All he could do now was wait. The shaman moved through the dimly lit corridors of the palace, his steps heavy, the weight of his exhaustion settling deeper with each passing moment. The ritual he had just completed had drained much of his strength, but there was something more pressing on his mind—a truth he hadn’t shar

Her skin became whiter and her aura colder, it seemed that she was going to transform into a piece of ice. Only Lucinda knew that the cold aura exuded from his body was caused by the type of "Breath" of the darkness element that she was absorbing. "Lucinda, today the wine it's on you! That damned pig broke my stick!" Newton exclaimed. Kurt's hunting group was in a forest near the border of the Utra country. They had just vanquished a pack of Iron-tusks boars and the rank 4 specimen had destroyed Newton's weapon in the process, thus being named "pig" by him.

Terrified out of his wits, Bo Ping did not know what to say or how to react, and in his stupor, another golden energy bolt drove right through him, jerking him into fits of screaming pain. "You're mad, Chu the Devil!" Bo Ping cried with grief and indignation as he struggled to recover from his shock and anger. Chu Xun merely simpered quietly. Getting slightly wounded was a fair price for whatever-it-was' help in killing Bo Ping. He realized that he had been underestimating the Broken Souls Cult. If Bo Ping, a mere First Presbyter of the Cult, was already a Fifth-grade Human King, then what about their householder? What about his lieutenant or even his personal guard?

“They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.” He got an answer, yet along with it were thousands of fresh questions desperate to be filled-in. Somehow, he made sense and also didn’t. It was in itself confusing. Not to mention, creepy. Come to think of it, he didn’t even know why he knew of hIS name. “Who the hell are you? How do you know who I am?” “Like I said, you know little of everything. This world is a nest for mystery. No matter how y

--- A massive shadow appeared beyond the horizon. The earth shook violently. Cities burned. Mountains collapsed. Entire oceans seemed to boil. The beautiful world descended into chaos. And from the darkness emerged something impossible. Something enormous. Something horrifying. Elara couldn't fully comprehend its shape. Every time she looked directly at it, her vision blurred. As though her mind refused to understand. The creature devoured everything. Magic. Life. Entire cities. Nothing escaped it. Nothing survived. "The Devourer." Luna's voice carried deep sorrow.

Please let Veone be with her and safely transport her to the Twilight Nexus. "Are you ready to cooperate now babe?" Cedric asked. "Don't do it, Empress!" Kurt shouted. "Let us die for you and our land!" "Bring that one to me. I've been waiting to kill him." Kurt was forced on his knees. "You are scum, Cedric!" Kurt spat. "Well you are going to die at the hands of scum, Kurt." "No!" Posy screamed. Her fingertips twisted and wiggled before a gold blast shot out of her hands, knocking Cedric away.

“ She swallowed hard, “Why do I feel like you are about to tell me, I am the key.” “Because you are. You are not yet, but you will be.” “Ummm...”, Evrah shook her head. “What does that mean?” “That means that you are in quite a pickle dear one. For the darkness to be defeated, the key must unlock and harness its full power, but if not done with care the lower realms will face despair.” Evrah fell on her back, her palm over her face, and took a deep breath. Why her? She was just a hunter's daughter. They have it wrong. She was not the one they were looking for.

She yelled Painfully, she vomits, regurgitating more blood than bile, bloody chunks of god-knows-what are also mixed into the blood she just threw up, when she's released a large enough quantity to form as not-very-small puddle on the floor, she collapses, twitching and spasm-ing. Some of the chunks she regurgitated start to convulse, turning into vapor, they start to amalgamate and condenses into what was left of the lykan agent she was fighting. He was now a horrible mass of deformed flesh and bones, contorted in an excruciating display of agony and suffering. An eye on his cheek turned and focused on Terror and a mangled arm reached out as if asking for help. The grotesque thing before hi

That was the reason she led Kurt far away from the others in the first place. As Kurt's wolf hit the ground, KuLaa started chanting some incantations. The incantations were meant to suppress the berserk mode and force Kurt into turning back into a human. As long as he could turn back before his soul was eradicated, KuLaa would have a chance to save him. A berserk wolf can only be controlled or calmed down when a witch or wizard forces them to turn to their human forms. And unless KuLaa could calm Kurt down and get him to turn back to human, he would die.