Leviathan New World Novels & Stories

Wang Yuji's mumble ended his long confession. Previously, Wang Yuji said that if the Emperor's main goal in power was to create a New World Order, an ideal life form was taken from the Emperor's own point of view. Where, in the future the Emperor will build a giant wall in all countries on earth. After the project is successful, then humans are on the same level as pets that can be slaughtered at any time.

"Well, I don't know you, so Leveetan it is. Look, I know what you are, but that doesn't give you any right to play games with me and think that I'm just going to open myself to you. I'm sure you have females of every species constantly throwing themselves at your feet, but I'm not one of them. And I sure in hell will never be your fling, so if that's what your goal is, you can simply fu.ck off." Leviathan closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. I had no clue what was going on in the little man brain of his, but I wasn't having any part of it. I quickly backed my way to the shore, keeping my eyes on him the entire time. I figured if I could somehow jump back into the river a good

Levi bent a knee and pleaded. "The devil's son needs my help to destroy what his greed had created. Convenient. First, he kills Behemoth's beloved because of his greed, and now he seeks to destroy the vengeful monster to protect his lover. And to do that, he sends a pawn and hides himself behind the little powers that he can't even control?" "Lord Leviathan, you know what Behemoth would do if he is left unchecked. This isn't just about Lucas alone or his lover. The whole realm could be in danger."

He said, his eyes filled with determination. ‎Indeed Leviathan had been through hell and back, abandoned at 2. He had come to see this world for what it truly was, a mess, filled with selfish people who only cared about themselves and no one else. Selfish people who would happily throw stones at a toddler just because they were scared of what he would grow up into. If the world had already decided that he was a monster, then he would make sure that he did be the best monster they would ever meet. ‎

Kristy’s POV After Axel leaves with Nova I’m seething from anger. How did that little bitch get so lucky I’ve put her down every chance I’ve got he’ll I was about banished from beating her and starving her while her dad was with the alpha for a week straight. I’m so mad I need to call my boss n find out what his plan is once she turns 18. As soon as the thought POs into my head my phone is ringing and I look at the contact. Great I didn’t mean right now god damnit. I answer the phone immediately saying the code we came up with so he knows to speak freely

"A doctor you paid. You are the liar, Lyra, not me. You fake everything about yourself." Lyra growled, the veneer of composure slipping. "Careful, Nadia. My wolf is stronger than yours. I have power that you would never have. I have Alpha Lucian in my palms... while you... have nothing." The tension crackled in the air as our words became weapons, each accusation a strike in the battle for truth. As the verbal sparring between Lyra and me escalated, a sudden commotion outside the prison cell caught our attention. The low growls of approaching wolves reverberated, heralding an unexpected intrusion.

"We don't silence our leaders. A Luna is part of the council and an equal voice. If you take the title, Bonnie, no one will ever expect you to stay quiet again." "And you're a witch, too," Ren added. "I don't care what the old traditions say—our pack needs strong people. Smart people. You're both." "Are there many witches in this region?" I asked quietly. "Not like you," Levi said. "We've had minor ones—people with intuition or some light healing—but not someone who could put up a full-scale territory barrier alone." "You've changed the entire strategic structure of this pack," Ren said. "We owe you more than you realize."

"Volume 1: The Billionaire’s Redemption is complete. Volume 2: The War of the Slums is now in production." The World Outside The light faded. Leo and Meilin stood in the center of their new home—a high-tech fortress hidden within a derelict London warehouse. Elian was safe, sleeping in a bed made of reclaimed carbon fiber. Leo walked to the reinforced window and looked out. The London skyline was no longer gray. Every building was marked with a glowing, golden Thorne-Stamp. The "Actual" world had been partitioned. The rich lived in the "Symmetry-Zones" above the clouds. The "Unwanted" lived in the "Noise-Sectors" below.

In the center of the old Thorne-Vance crater, a new structure was being built—one made of bone and silicon. "The Audit is not over, Thorne-Heir," a new, synthetic voice whispered from the pod. "The Leviathan was just the first payment. The Consensus was just the interest. Now... we come for the Principal." On the horizon, the moon began to turn a deep, bruised Purple.

"We have been expecting your arrival. Please prepare for de-fragging. Your chaos is an inefficiency we are authorized to correct." ​"They're coming for the leviathan," Leo warned. "I’m seeing surgical lasers priming on their hull. They don't want to kill us—they want to harvest the biological mass to patch their own world's cracks." ​I looked at the leviathan’s bioluminescent veins pulsing against our glass. The creature was shivering, sensing the cold, clinical intent of the ship above. It had survived the silence only to find itself back on the operating table.