Master Of Ancient Divine Weapons Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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Nothing was set in stone. “Of course, sir,” he conceded. “Listen, son,” the Alpha turned to him. “I know you think it’s because I have little faith in you. You might not have been born a wolf, but you were made to be one.” At that moment, a silver blade tore through the air, zipping straight for Ardglass’ head. However, without even straying his eyes from the young lycan, his hand moved up and caught the weapon near the tip in between his index and middle finger. One flex later, the blade snapped in two, clattering to the dirt floor in a broken heap.

I proudly raise my voice as I lift my daggers above my head, not missing a beat. “Divided we fall!” My warriors respond by chanting back. They throw their heads back and set free a powerful roar that seems to come from deep within their core. Their roars grow fiercely louder as the doors to the craft glide open. Turning around, I wave my daggers forward, and my bloodthirsty warriors waste no time as they rush towards the craft, taking out Maddoxs' first line of defense.

Antlers charred and broken, bound in rusted chains that drip red as blood. Roots grow through its base, fossilised and sharp. It breathes my name. Not Araya. Nyxara. The Hollowblood. The divine blasphemy. The first flame that burned back at the gods. --- The chains rattle as I approach, remembering the day they were locked. I take the first in my hands. It burns my soul. I pull. The links shriek — not in sound, but in memory. I hear gods screaming as their temples fall. Priestesses choking on their own prayers.

Embrace pain, surrender to pleasure, and you will find strength. A flicker of understanding ignited within her. This wasn’t just about weapons or technology; it was about mastery—about turning vulnerability into power. The ancient priestess approached her, her voice a whisper of silk and steel. “Trust in your body, in your senses. Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. To wield true power, you must accept both.” Alara nodded, feeling a strange, exhilarating rush. She reached out, accepting the ancient lesson—letting her fears dissolve into a newfound confidence.

Of course, he did not forget to include the part where he killed many of the masters from the Hall of Divine Royal. “Father, this is for you!” Fane chuckled. “The weapon that once belonged to the Hall Master of the Hall of Divine Royal is an ultimate-grade spiritual tool!” Fane smiled as he took the weapon that once belonged to the Hall Master of the Hall of Divine Royal and passed it to his father.

Chapter 10: Ruthless as I Never Expected The man was still on his knees at my feet. It seemed no one fully grasped the magnitude of the mess my brothers had dragged me into. I stared at the man with even more rage. No one should dare try to deceive me and ruin my reputation—no one but myself. I raised my hands. The ancient power running through my veins began to vibrate in the air. The light around me pulsed with divine energy, and the nearby wolves instinctively stepped back. Yes, they were all afraid of me.

(Alexander The God of Absolute powers Pov) (Warning this chapter can be considered offense. This is a dark novels book and some scenes are needed to tell Mazaya's story. If certain things offend you just skip to the last paragraph when you hit that part.last paragraph is Important for the story.)

Then, as though a single mind commanded them, they began to move. In silence. Soren’s hand went to the blade at his side — the relic once blessed by the old gods. Its grip was cold, too cold, as though the steel remembered the heavens that had forged it. The moment his fingers closed around it, fire surged through his veins. Not mortal fire. Divine. Ancient. Unforgiving. It felt like his blood was being rewritten — like every vessel carried a memory of what he was before he was born. You can’t fight them alone, Travian’s voice hissed, strained now, as if speaking through smoke. Use me.

Wiz Immortal could not help but say, "If you successfully break through this time, your powers will enter the Divine Master Level. Even Prince Aurin, the Heavenly Emperor, will not be able to defeat you." "So, get rid of the distractions and concentrate!" "Hmm!" Prince Auten answered after being reminded by Wiz Immortal. Slowly, he closed his eyes and attempted to break through. Then, a golden light shone around his body. That was the first sign of progress toward the Divine Master Level.