Lords Of Uncreation Novels & Stories

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

Silas and Lyra both spun around to look toward the Blackwood Keep. A massive, shadowy figure—larger than any mountain, with a thousand eyes that reflected the dead stars—had emerged from the North Tower. It was holding Kaelen in a massive, translucent claw. The Creator was not gone. He had merely been waiting for the vessel to be vulnerable. "The Goddess has returned," the Creator’s voice boomed, a sound that made the mountains melt. "And now, she will watch her son become the fuel for the new world." The battle for the North was over. The battle for the Universe had just begun.

Madame Ais responded. “And what about my benefactor, Immortal Maker “Nameless One”, how strong is he?” Maru was curious about the one who granted him his boon. “The Master, Immortal Maker “Nameless One” stands at the peak of creation. He belongs to the beings called Lords of Reality. AND HIS REIGN SHALL STAY SUPREME FOR TIME WITHOUT END!” Madame Ais intoned. “BOOOM!” “AHHHHH!” “WHAT HAPPENED?!” the people around were all sporting a wound. Their ears leaked of red and a momentary deafness surrounded everyone, even Maru.

This one marked with warnings in script so old it predated modern language. "Back in. Because according to the oldest records " His hands trembled as he unrolled it. "The Unmarked wasn't always outside our world. It was part of it once. Before the Moon Goddess established her order. Before wolf packs existed. Before the natural laws we take for granted." He showed us the scroll. It depicted a world of chaos. Of darkness and light existing without separation. Of forces that predated creation itself. "And it wants to return to that state. To unmake what the Moon Goddess created. To dissolve the boundaries between reality and void. Between existence and nonexistence."

"You built a paradise on the backs of people you called 'Worthless.' You didn't create a kingdom; you created a plantation for your own ego!" Solari’s smoky crown flared. "I created a world where children did not freeze. Where the wolf did not starve. I gave the North order. And you? You have given them ash." The First King raised a hand. The grey soot on the ground began to swirl, rising in thousands of tiny cyclones. Each cyclone coalesced into a figure. They were the Unmade—shadowy reflections of the people standing in the courtyard. Every wolf, every human engineer, every servant suddenly found themselves staring into a mirror of their own worst selves.

Furrowing my brows I suddenly felt my whole entire body tense up, “This isn’t a game Nick, we’re about to cause a world war as no one has ever seen before. But it has to happen, the creations have had the upper hand on all of humanity for way too long. It’s time that humans understand how they’ve been used, and if that means war then surely… that means survival, right?” Nodding Nick sighed,

‘We are capable of being monsters,’ he corrects, as if it makes a difference. But that’s the most terrifying part. The rogues didn’t know what they were doing. They weren’t evil by design. Just… broken. Unhinged. Lost to whatever darkness snapped the tether between man and beast. There’s no reasoning with a creature like that. No trial. No mercy. And yet— ‘This wasn’t madness,’ Creed growls. ‘It was orchestration. Those rogues were created.’ I nod. He’s right. He always is, when it counts. The Goddess shows him slivers of what lies beneath, but never the full truth. Only flashes. Instincts.

As for the ascendents, Nov scoffed internally, wondering how was he convinced in the first place to give up a small portion of his share of the creation energy just to turn those useless dogs into immortal mortals, each was given thousands of years to live, endless pleasurable treats, eternal youth and the power of a hundred men, their only job was to watch over the shores and prevent anyone from coming near the castle, a job they failed at miserably on the first actual working day. "They can't survive the karmic barrier, soon the forest would attack them back the way they attacked it, You know How Historia was with these little things, so creative ..." Lin nodded her head at his words, the

"How did you coordinate this? These kingdoms hate each other." "Because I showed them what you created," Elena said. "The new reality framework that makes consciousness fundamental. That gives even mortal wolves genuine choice over their existence. Every kingdom realized that if the Forgotten erase you, they erase the designer of a system that actually serves us instead of just cosmic entities. So we set aside our wars. United. Came to defend the Luna who made existence better for all of us." "Touching," the first Forgotten said, its voice dripping contempt. "But ultimately futile. You bring five thousand mortal wolves against seventeen thousand cosmic entities. The mathematics are not in yo

"Ang mga Founders... hindi sila ang pinaka-matanda. May mga nauna sa kanila. At ang mga naunang 'yun... gutom na sila." ​Sa kanyang paningin, nakita ni Liam ang isang imahe: Isang itim na araw na lumalamon sa mga bituin. Isang sibilisasyong tinatawag na "The Precursors"—ang mga nilalang na lumikha sa mga Founders bilang kanilang mga alipin, at ang mga Founders ay tumakas dala ang pinaka-mahalagang source code ng uniberso: Ang DNA nina Xander at Aria. ​ANG PAGBISITA SA BATANES