Megatron And The Fallen Novels & Stories

He had two large fangs extending from his lower jaw, wore leather armor, and carried a large, long sword. “Who are you?” Steven asked. “My name is Mammon. The gryphon of the abyss. Warlord and ruler of one of the three kingdoms of the abyss realm. I have come to take your lives and destroy this piece of sh*t you call a home,” the stranger replied. Steven got back on his feet, and his eyes turned bright red again. “Gabriella, I guess our fight isn't over yet. Do you have any strength left?” Steven said. “I’m right here with you, Steven. Let's kill this idiot together,” Gabriella replied, her eyes also turning bright red. Both their auras slowly seeped out of their bodies, and their eyes glowe

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

I told you, my mom is a badass. I let out a sigh of relief, but it was premature when easily a dozen others I didn't notice come out of nowhere. I suck in a sob, Mom may be a badass, but there's no way she can take on that many alone. They swarm her, and she lets out a vicious snarl that I could even hear all the way up here. There's a ray of hope when I see a group of warriors rushing towards her. My father was the head warrior; there was no way he would leave his mate and his daughter out here to fight on their own. Proving me right, my dad's gray wolf is leading them and heading straight to my mother. The warriors reach the vampires and jump right at them, but it's not enough. There were

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

Standing a good distance from the battlefield where blood and magic had been spilled for quite some time now, Apollo Sky the Loyal – whose white-feathered wings were spread out in the darkened skies of the Nether World – cocked his head. His cerulean eyes flashed with relief and wariness for even Maleficent the Glutton was given a chance by the Higher Creator of the realms, the irrefutable fact that an archangel had turned into a fallen one was something that Heavenly World could not let go of – especially his father.

Mack said. “Foolish, wolves,” said a husky voice. “She didn’t do this I did.” Said a huge scaly creature with wings. “Who are you and why did you do this to them?” Mack asked. “Stupid Mortals.” “Lord Apophis!” Matilda stated. “So, you have heard of me.” “Only just recently.” She replied. “Then you know not to stand in my way.” he said, as he scooped up Felan.

"Did Jack come to see me?" Ella dropped her head, hesitating, unable to look at me. "Just tell me." "He…didn't come," Ella forced out. "These past three days, he's been with Ms. Baker the whole time. He said Ms. Baker was badly shaken and needed spiritual energy to calm her. He even…" Ella paused as tears spilled over. "He even took her to Starfall Ridge to pray." My fingers clenched the bedsheet until my knuckles turned white. Starfall Ridge. The sacred place where wolves prayed to the Moon Goddess for eternal blessings.

But then, the ground beneath the tower gave way. Rowan grabbed my hand as we began to fall into the ruins. "Kaima!" he screamed. "I've got you!" I yelled back. But as we plummeted toward the gray earth, a giant, silver **Hand** reached out of the smoke and caught us. It wasn't a machine. It wasn't the Creator. It was **Ms. Sterling**. But her eyes were glowing with a fierce, violet light. "The Audit is not yet complete," she said, her voice echoing across the wasteland. "We have one more world to build."

"Drop." [Meteors] The floor of the hangar fell away. Ten thousand mercenaries in heavy drop pods, accompanied by three free-falling, god-tier mechs, plummeted out of the belly of the dreadnought and into the terrifying void. It was a breathtaking, horrific sight. To the civilians trapped on the surface of Eden, it looked as though the sky was weeping stars. Thousands of flaming streaks of entry-friction tore through the violet smog, raining down toward the largest floating marble island—the Grand Sanctuary.

"She's a vessel. A key. She can open what we were never intended to close." "She's my daughter," my mother snarls. "She is a god's wound sewn into a mortal frame." The air bursts apart as they struggle—magic splitting the chamber in two. At last, she emerges victorious. Barely. Vaelros vanishes, invoking her name like a blessing. "Lyseira!" My mother's name. Lyseira Nytherin. --- Scene Three: The Silence of the Gods We're attracted once more. Now, a ruined skyhold. Flames everywhere. A god towered above the destruction. Shapeless and massive, surrounded by gold light. The mortals beg for mercy. God does nothing.