Lords Of Uncreation Novels & Stories

He announced. "You have been King all these time, why did you not create that world?" Drac questioned. "My father, the late King Warren tried to remove the borders but was stopped by the purebloods. I have proceeded with that plan by the help of my mate, Candice. Who I have come to rescue from Captivity," he stretched forth his hand and turned his palm up, "Join me fellow citizens of plane Weode and together we can create the future you desire." "Don't listen to him!" Waylon shouted, "He is begging because he has been cornered with no escape in sight."

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

- I cried it out. I couldn’t bear this pain anymore. This is too much. “Everything will be alright Luna.”- She’s tried to calm me. “You know, the Alpha family is the strongest in the underground world in history up until now. You are also aware that a vampire and werewolf couldn’t raise another immortal, it’s a forbidden rule of the underground. But we still raised you, that’s we are facing the consequences now, and that’s to protect the Alpha title.”- She explained.

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

Laney nods her head in agreement. “Yes, that is true. Which is why my reign will be far more powerful than your attempt to take what you had no right to take.” He laughs and shakes his head. “You took one of my sons from me, and the other two are injured still.” “She took nothing from you,” Monty says darkly. “You were mine!” He hisses. “I created you, raised you, gave you all the tools you needed to hunt and kill this bitch so we could finally reign. Aren’t you sick of the dog smell yet? Or do you crave it now that we have put your bitch down?”

that dared stand beside me and criticize him! "Watch out!" I was shocked and angry, instinctively moving to block. However, just as Damien's claws were about to touch Liam— An unprecedented, powerful and pure energy suddenly erupted from within Liam's body! This was no longer Gamma aura, but something as blazing as the dawn sun, carrying primitive wildness and absolute authority—Alpha pheromones! This new-born yet incredibly domineering aura struck Damien's violent pressure like an invisible hammer! To protect me, Liam had broken through and evolved into an Alpha wolf.

flash leaving Lucas a snarling angry Wolf, 'You knew this would happen.' He spun around to face the Creator who responded with a calm voice, 'Lower your hackles, Wolf, this is not the time for your anger, we must all work together now to get her back.' His eyes met Lucas' and the Alpha saw the pain and worry that clouded the Creator's, 'If we cannot convince her to return I fear this war with the humans will not end well.' Lucas shifted back into his human form and Carrick handed him a pai

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.