Lords Of Uncreation Novels & Stories

CREATION OF THE NEW WORLD I wrote in one of my old article, about the lost world and you people have called me a mad man, I was not angry with any one, because I would have called my self mad also, but it is true, there was a world that was raised down by fire from Laalu Ogiri Oko, the only god that hate to see human, but before he finished his terror on man in the ships, Eledumare did played him, by taken away some human, he brought them to a land he had prepared, a place unknown by even his closest angels, and there, the new world began, and that world is the world that had produced all of you, so if the beasts says we must pay for the crime committed by ancestors, they are right, you are

Eniola is seated on an arm chair with a table in front of her; Eric got close and sat down facing her “Remind me the story I told you about your father Kane” Eniola said with eyes fixed on a book “In the beginning, nothing was defined and everything was unpredictable, two brothers created a universe in a small crystal like ball known as the Living Orb, together they suppressed the power and expansion of this universe down to a tiny dot, they could no longer hold the force of the universe because they had invested so much power in it and in agreement they set the universe free (Eniola raised her face to look at him) allowing it to stretch far and even creating the void and darkness as it expa

“Like a week ago? I think? I woke up like my chest was going to explode and I recited words I’d never spoken before. But I knew them, I’d heard my dad say them time and time again. That's when I first believed that my dad wasn’t crazy. I have been in the basement researching and reading since then. I knew my dad was a Warlock. He had magic and all that, but the resolve he had that he would be the one to help you was intense, so when he died, naturally, I thought he had just lost his mind since his promises never came to fruition.” “That's when Monty and Falcon felt the Luna in me awaken,” I mutter. “When I was reading the journal I came across a phrase I didn’t know, but I could decipher tha

She never expected her actions would be discovered. Her mind raced, trying to find some excuse, some way to deflect blame, but the documentation was too complete. She had used Stormfang Pack's resources to make deals with rogue wolves, specifically to have them help eliminate heir little Ethan. Her plan had been simple: as long as Ethan died and she became pregnant, she could successfully replace Roxanne and become Stormfang Pack's Luna, enjoying wealth and honor for life. "Impossible," Damien whispered, his voice cracking. "This is absolutely impossible. Little Ethan is clearly still alive."

Within it, reflections twisted and shifted, showing images of faraway lands places torn between renewal and fear. “Reports from the east,” a voice called. An elder of the new council old Meren, his beard dusted with silver pollen. “The language storms have stopped, but something new grows from their remnants. Forests that breathe. Rivers that dream. The words of creation are taking root again, uncontrolled.” Siran folded her arms. “Uncontrolled? Or ununderstood?” Meren’s eyes met hers. “What’s the difference?”

During the two months he lay in bed recuperating from his wounds, Lorist invested all his energy to accumulate data about Grindia's set of experiences, topography, cultural stories as well as movement diaries to acquire an unpleasant comprehension about this new world he thought of himself as in. To Lorist, this world appeared to be very like Medieval Europe from the beginning, considering that it had stuff like titles and knights. In his previous existence, he had additionally manufactured various knight protective layer reproductions and sold them at a significant expense on the web.

"Lina—?" A shadow falls over us. She stands there, whole, solid, the original’s limp body at her feet. The black-gold vines slither away from her, dissolving into smoke. "It’s done," Lina says. But her eyes are wrong. Too old. Too knowing. Behind her, the last rose withers. And the world folds. The collapse isn’t like before. This isn’t code breaking or systems failing. This is uncreation. The garden peels apart in layers—first the roses, petals blackening at the edges like burning film. Then the soil, turning to ash beneath our boots. Finally the sky, splitting down the middle to reveal the sterile white nothingness beneath.

“You reconnect him. Adrian’s eyes darkened. “…Or we destroy what’s left. Liam nodded slowly. “Yes. No hesitation. No illusion. Just truth. Adrian stared at the blueprint. Then “Build it. A Century of Faith. The world changed again. Not violently this time. But inevitably. Forests grew where ash once ruled. New tribes emerged from the remnants of wolves and humans alike. Stories replaced history. And Adrian. Adrian became something else. Not a king, Not a ruler. A myth. They called him The Undying Alpha. The one who refused to kneel to time. The one who guarded the “Sleeping God.

“The artifact protects me.” “Yes. The artifact.” Something like curiosity colored the Prime’s attention. “A creation tool that refuses to be unmade. It should not exist… creation should not be concentrated into such permanence. Yet here it persists.” “That’s why you attacked? To destroy the artifact?” “To restore balance. Creation grown too powerful. Your reality tilting toward chaos through unchecked growth.” The Prime’s form shifted, becoming slightly. “The artifact represents creation at its most stubborn. Most resistant to necessary entropy. It had to be unmade.”

----- twentieth page of DEOS And in it, it is written; My children, humans, whom I love, you are above everything else that I created. I grant you the authority over the beasts, for they have sinned against me, the Creator of heavens and earth. Beasts, shame be to ye. These are my words, the Creator, the Lord of the two kingdoms. All the beasts shall perish in the hands of my beloved children, once they stomp their feet on your kingdom, a plague will be delivered to the proud land of the beasts.