Lords Of Uncreation Novels & Stories

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

Even the royal family can not control their Primordial Chaos magic as they need the blessing of Chaos, which they can only get from their ancestor, Samael. Creation Manipulation: the action or process of bringing something into existence, Creation magic is a form of magic that allows the users to shape various objects like weapons, armour, etc, Goddess of war Marcella possess this kind of magic, she can anything into a reality but there is a limit, magic comes with a price. -

“I don’t want to become a monster.” Aria smiled. “Neither did the First Enemy.” The First Enemy’s Origin The truth was worse than Sophia expected. The First Enemy wasn’t created. It wasn’t born. It wasn’t designed. It was the consequence of creation itself. When the Father Beyond created the first universe something was left outside it. Everything that creation rejected. Every discarded possibility. Every forgotten thought. Every abandoned dream. Every unwanted ending. Every choice that was never made. They accumulated. And eventually they became conscious.

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern

Chapter 3: Author's POV Imagine a world secluded on an icy plain, carved from the frozen wilderness of the Arctic and bordered by an ocean. Somehow, life thrived, and magic did too. Werewolf packs emerged, but humans infiltrated as well. The initial migration into werewolf territory was once deemed a problem, and the killing of outsiders ensued. This bloodshed, however, stopped when the werewolves realized they needed the humans just as much as humans needed them. Human ingenuity, vital for innovation and development, complemented the werewolves' ability to manipulate and stabilize the harsh climate. Over time, this mutual dependence forged a fragile harmony—a delicate balance between the or

Entering the study and seeing familiar faces,Vador smiled. "The lord," They all bowed except Jadis.He responded by nodding. "And why is someone still seated looking annoyed?" Vador asked. Standing up forceful"My lord," she said. "Why are you all here?" "Lady Jadis informed us that a human vampire named Ava is living here," Lord jack replied. Lord over the southern empire and also lady Mary's father,he wanted Vador to marry his daughter but wasn't forceful about it. "That is so against the law dark lord," Lord Matthew replied. He's the human lord in charge of the western empire.

​She forced herself up onto her elbows, her pitch-black eyes scanning the absolute dark. ​This room was a graveyard of abandoned concepts. Floating in the weightless void around her zinc platform were miles-wide fragments of rejected territory, ghostly, half-formed mountains caked in fossilized pine trees, shattered obsidian towers that had never seen a sky, and massive, un-inked stone wolves the size of fortresses, their blank faces lacking the eyes or glyphs of the later tiers. This was the trash bin of creation, the place where the First Architects threw the broken plates that failed to balance.

The pack's heartbeat resonated through the night, unaware of the storm brewing within its core. Arriving at the doctor's office, I listened intently to the muffled conversation inside. "Congratulations alpha, your mistress is pregnant," the doctor advised, his voice a whisper carried by the wind. I could do nothing but watch as my heart plummeted at the news of Lyra's pregnancy. *** The pain was relentless, an unbearable ache that gripped me. Tears streamed down my face, a silent cascade of sorrow. Memories of the day I married Lucian resurfaced—the disapproving glances, the whispers that an omega like me should never be Luna . Should never be queen, I was unfit to take that position.

“It isn’t. This is a fair trade.” “For two hundred million, you want to use that to get two fully developed packs of Blood Rose and still get additional soldiers. Do you really look down on us?” He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t let him. “Now, you will listen to what we have for you. Blood Rose is a well-developed kingdom. We are being plagued by rogues and experiments, but that doesn’t mean we cannot handle them. We can hold out. And disrespect from a small pack like Wildfire pack is something we can handle at any time.”

Chapter 90 The Deadland Jyra’s face hovered inside a dark crystal orb as he spoke to the arch-demons. “Look, I know you don’t want to come because you think you’ll be fighting the werewolves alone,” Jyra said. “But what if I tell you it’s more than just the werewolves? There’s a new creation now.” “A new creation?” Marvin asked, curiosity sharp in his voice. Jyra nodded. “They’re called the Goldren’s.”