Legend Of Asura Novels & Stories

They stared at the horizon silently, waiting patiently for something to happen. A large white portal suddenly opened up, and the Asuras began walking out. Their numbers were even greater than the army Yuna brought with her. The Asuras continued to come out of the portal endlessly, their eyes glowing bright yellow. They were of different sizes and had the shapes of different animals. “Those are Asuras?” Cortana asked. “Yes. Violent flesh-eating monsters, known for draining the life out of living beings before devouring their physical bodies,” Yuna replied, pulling out her sword.

ADIRA'S POV “Oh my god,” I whispered, the book slipping from my numb fingers and hitting the table with a dull thud. But even then, my hands did not leave the pages. There, sketched in fading charcoal, was a symbol. A crescent moon entwined with a jagged blade. Underneath the sketch, the text read: “The Masquerade does not hunt the soul for the sins of the present but for the debt of the Origin. They are the Hounds of the First Gate, sent only when a soul that was meant to be extinguished for the safety of the world continues to flicker,” I read.

Straight up the man of my dreams. “Who are you?” I asked, finding my tongue. He snickered, then was suddenly in my face. “Your hero,” he said, minty breath blowing on my face. “Uh… I guess,” I said, distancing myself from him. What was he doing in the forest, naked of all things! “I meant to ask your name.” “Rigel,” he replied. “Rigel Johnson, Head Gamma of the Red Claw Pack and your knight without an armor, Luna.”

Thunder of war, falling off the obstacles brings breathlessness of peace and hope in Jingle nation but the scorpion nation never tired of fighting since the heatness as been built. Two years later, A new king was ruled in the scorpion nation who turned the nation finally into the badlands. The king, Aruso, came from a magical world , his father sir Lord Aruso was the king of the magical world who was killed by his son, Aruso, and stole the magical document with the purpose of ruling the world. After stealing the magical document, he disappeared to the earth and landed at scorpion nation and declared himself as their king. No one dared to stop him and he finally became the king of the scorpio

However, the creature was so confused that it unconsciously sent a signal to its partner. For a fleeting moment, Asura wondered what the problem could be. However, he trusted that his partner could solve whatever it was. As a result, he cut every connection between the two of them, diverted the source of the energy, and went back to sleep. He needed it to clear his head. ***

Marcus showed the prophecy book to his wife. Giselle only gave him a quick glance. "Come on! It's just a prophecy, my advice is that we shouldn't rely on it too much," he pleaded. "I know this is too much for you, this prophecy makes me a little curious because it says that Arnanta will be replaced by a goddess. We call her a goddess because she was born of mixed blood," he explained. "Mixed blood?" Giselle responded. "And I just remembered that before I married you, I was predicted to get a descendant from you who would be the source of our nation's strength, somehow I feel this prophecy is very relevant," he said.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

But this version of her — the machine-born echo — spoke to the world like a prophet. “The old bloodlines have failed. The world must be reborn under one crown.” That was all she said before the feed cut out. Now, every syndicate, cartel, and militia whispered the same question — Which queen is real? “Cassian’s report says she’s building an army out of the Vatican ruins,” Luca finally said. His voice was low, hoarse. “They call themselves the Ash Legion.” Amara didn’t turn. “How poetic.” “She’s using your name, Amara.”

Boris said, his voice hard as steel, “you are exiled from this land. You will never again step foot among our people.” She did not argue. She just wept and departed. The final moment came with almost eerie calm. Elder Roul turned to me. “Ashina of the Blood Moon Pack. You are the last of your line. Do you accept the legacy left by your father and brother?” My breath caught. Then, slowly, I nodded. “I do.” That was justice! I was not the last of my line, Robin was, but still, that throne would one day belong to him when he would be of age. I was only here to safeguard it for my dear nephew. For that, I needed to ascend the throne first.

Dragon Head opened his eyes suddenly. It was followed up by him throwing up a mouthful of blood. “*Cough cough...*” Dragon Head gave Thomas a thumbs up. “You sure are powerful. You are the first person who managed to hurt me to such an extent. The title of Asura, the God of War is indeed worthy of its reputation. “But no matter what God of War you are, you must die here today!” While he was still talking, Dragon Head took out a small vial, which looked like a small bottle of wine, from his pocket, and slowly unscrewed the cap off.