Legend Of Asura Novels & Stories

It didn’t matter that these weren’t true phoenix flames, for even fakes were not easy to suppress. “Now, are you going to hold back, or are you going to give yourself a chance, Asherah?” Old Fan stated, his eyes as fiery as flames of hell that sought vengeance. “No, I should call you by you real name,” Old Fan shook his head and pointed the large Durandal at Asherah. “Asura” *Boom*

I blurted out, “I know there's something else you want, aside from me.” A smile appeared on his face, “I love that you see through me. You are right, I'm searching for something else.” “What is it?” I asked fearlessly. Alastor's face turned serious, “A sword.” He declared. “A legendary sword called Ashera. The sword was named after the first wielder, the first Ancient Lycanthropic dragon to transform into a dragon, becoming a god. After the dragon's death, the sword disappeared, alongside the dragon (Ashera).”

A gargantuan of a monster with humongous limbs and mouth but no eyes, the devorer of world had manifested at long last. His manifestation made Rogue shudder with anticipation, He clapped his hands together for a brief moment and channeled the all the components of the Metaphysical Essence into one sanskrit meridian inside his body. A blinding light appeared coalescing him from top to bottom transmitting his body, Rogue grew four additional arms, each of these arms bearing the tattoo of Asura. And as the light died down Rogue stood there, in his Asura form. His clothes now consisted of black pants and a sash over it and black boots, on his upper body he wore nothing but had markings similar t

She didn't know why it had to be kept confidential, but at least they'd finally announced the truth after Nocturno's death. Her phone rang. She answered it and frowned as she listened to the person on the other end of the line. Her temples throbbed. After hanging up, she said, "The headquarters is sending an Asura over here." An Asura? Belle sucked in a breath when she heard that. Anyone who could become an Asura was the cream of the crop and only carried out special missions. The war division handpicked these superb warriors, and they only reported to the chief as well as the Four Great Warlords. Not even Xena, a goddess of war, could order them around.

She was born in flames, and from these ashes she would rise—and destroy the entire damn system. --- In the background of a single penthouse far, far away, Adrian Sinclair gazed at the first headline brave enough to ask the question: **Who is behind Nova Ascendancy Group—and why are the titans of Wall Street terrified?** He smiled, the glint of a worthy adversary lighting up his single. "Well done, Natalie," he whispered. "The game is on."

Lol, my major in college is Mathematics. With this said, if I were to consider it, The Ascension was conceptualized, probably dictated by whims. I was bored. I have nothing to do. And I suddenly wanted to write. It was after I accidentally stumbled upon a website that talks about the Filipino Pantheon and the various gods worshipped by the ancient Filipinos (Philippine citizens). I became fascinated, and then the next thing I knew, this is what I wanted to write about for my first story. Just want to say that before that, I was really into Xuanhuan, Cultivation stories (Chinese web novel genres), which was roughly translated/called Eastern Fantasy by many people.

Since then, I've been waiting for you to come back in the Tower of Delsshai,' the boy answered. There's passion and persistence in this young apprentice. 'I'll make it up to you as soon as this child gets the love and cherishing he deserves.' Galindra promised, hinting a smile. Dareen could hide the blushing of his cheeks. He turned his gladness to the young babe. 'What a lovely child. What must be his name?' The sorcerer paused to think. 'Asharo,' she announced proudly. That was not the name your father gave you. It should be Menandro, after his name, and his father before him. But that name became a reflection of perversion. And you are not a product of your wicked past.

I stared ahead but paid attention to their conversation. "So what's this prophecy?" Jissa in her normal inquisitive nature, asked. "When Silver meets Gold, when White meets black," Miranda replied and I could almost hear what was going on in Jissa's mind. "How's that a prophecy? So incomplete, in my books," she said. "What would happen if these colors or stones meet each other?" She added to my amusement. My best friend could be a clown sometimes. "That's when the great war of the supernaturals would happen," Miranda broke it and I stopped abruptly.

"It's a long story, but we need you. Anika is back and for years, she survived by taking people's bodies so she could live long enough to get the book. We don't know what she looks like now or where she is, but she's drawn to the book. She's looking for it and she needs me to use it just so she can become a god. Imagine a world where we'd be under her rule, for all eternity. We need your help Logan. You saw what she did years ago. We can't let her do it again. We need to stop her. Logan collapsed back into his chair. "We do need some wine. I'll pour you a glass."

"The game, remember? RPG? Ahh, that's right, Hyperion was with me. Anyway, I've played a lot of games, seen a lot of movies and studied some war strategies... Taking into account that the fantasy and RPG books I've read have something real about them, I've only made a few parallels in my mind. Like Achilles and Boreas, being able to control emotion is similar to a discipline they have in the Toreador Clan in Vampire of the Mask... Or it would also be a sphere in Mage Ascension... Anyway, I think you can understand where I got these ideas from." I tried to explain, but I know that those who don't know it will find it a bit strange. Perseus smiled and breathed a little easier. "My father tried