Lotm Amon Novels & Stories

Large beads of sweat are forming on Amon's forehead, suggesting that things are not going well for him. This brings concern to me as well. “Now, I appreciate your enthusiasm for the game, Mr. Amon, but I expect the payment to be given to me immediately.” Mammon, who is still in the body of Marvon, smirks. He plays with the red coin chip in his hand like he is trying to flaunt his newly earned riches. Angry veins appear all over Amon’s forehead. He clenches his teeth in frustration as he grips the golden ball of his cane.

But it was immediately gone and what remained was the stoic expression. Moria sighed not commenting on the remark of the hero. “This is Amon, a monk. Do you remember? I told you there would be someone who will help you.” “Ah, I thought that person would be… older?” The hero said slightly tilting his head to the left. “Are you sure about this goddess? This kid?” He added.

However, Mammon knew that Lutan's curiosity wouldn't end there; there would be more than consequences for Asmo. Mammon transformed into Madeus, a fusion of himself and Asmo, issuing a stern warning to Lutan. Mammon clenched his fists, the sense of betrayal burning within him. "You won't lay a finger on him," he vowed, his voice dripping with determination. "I'll protect him, no matter what." He vowed to protect Asmo at all costs, signaling that any attempt to harm him would be met with fierce resistance. Lutan chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Mammon's spine. "Ah, such loyalty," he remarked with a smirk. "But do you truly believe he deserves it?"

Now he could, but his feelings of guilt did not decrease, but grew at the sight of Amons. Godric heard a low sigh and looked at his ancestor, who was only a few inches taller. Amon returned the look with a gentleness that Godric hadn't expected. “Don't grieve Godric. I have seen everything. You have always lived your life according to my teachings, defended me and thought of me. You didn't open the seal with malicious intent, that's why I'm not angry with you. ”Were the words that gave Godric relief. He still felt guilty, but his ancestor's words seemed to caress his soul. For a long time he wished to meet a member of his family, to receive encouraging words from them and much more. Now it w

“Rosemary, he's ... “Don't even think about it, Lucifer! He warned him with a mischievous smile, revealing sharp fangs.” “I guess you're Anger, right? I asked, intentionally emphasizing his sin.” "Amon is the name, and those who do not give up anger laugh last! Try not to forget!" Amon, the frown being clear proof that he was Anger. His figure was a little over 2 m, and he was so well-trained that no whole-minded Hunter would have put up with him, considering his volcanic temperament. The red-haired mane stopped at the bottom of his shoulder blades and framed his face in a manner incredibly similar to that of a lion's mane. His face denotes strength elegantly: the straight nose harmonizes pe

Moreover, the reason she was crying this time wasn't something he could feel happy about. Amon continued on with his explaination. "I am Amon, a Being from a separate plane. I am an existence that should not appear amongst humans. We have no name. Not as an individual, nor as a race. Since birth, our kind is tied by fate to another. Only after we have found our other half, are we gifted with a name. Aria, you were originally the same as me. You are my other half, as I am yours. Amon was the name you gifted me, and in kind I gifted your name - Aelia.

He replied. A soldier walked in and went up to meet Amon, “My Lord, there are no words from the beta. He has not been seen since he left, he didn't reach the destination either.” “What in world is Bron doing when my pack is in a turmoil?” Amon asked and banged his hand on the table in frustration. I wondered who this beta is and why Amon is keen on having him present “Are you sure no one saw him, at all?” Amon asked again.

They live and breathe power. Upon setting his feet on the ground from the stairs, Aamon continued to talk. “The second thing I wanted you to know is….” He stopped and then looked at me. Then I started to wonder what he would say for him to give me such a gaze. Aamon heaved a deep sigh and then continued, “I also found my mate on the continent of Embers. She’s a human.” And after Aamon said that, Elisa emerged from where he came from — from the top of the stairs.

In his hand, there was a document with a black cover. “What?” Amon’s voice was cold. “Are you blind?” “Ahh… I know you are resting. But this is urgent,” Doctor Rayhan stopped right near the outer plant barrier. “The Levato Company.” Amon glanced at me for a split second. His hand snatched the document from Doctor Rayhan’s hand. I remembered that company belonged to Johan, to Eliana. My eyes and Amon’s eyes locked. “I’ll take care of it,” Amon shifted his gaze away from me and strode away while placing his cigarette onto the ashtray his servant was holding.

Amelia: The knock on the loft door was not a knock at all… it was the slam of judgment. Before I could rise, before the breath had even filled my lungs, the door was kicked open. Snow swept in, and with it came two of Liam’s men. I knew them well, most of them were guards at posts back in the pack house. Most worked under Beta Kai… Their eyes were cold, unyielding. I took a step back, wanting to find a way to run, but I could feel them everywhere…