Meliodas Grown Up Novels & Stories

Again and again, each swing pushed him twelve meters backward, not giving him time to fight back until he grew impatient. “Enough!” He pointed his hand at me, making a grasping motion. My skin felt a tingling and creeping sensation, causing me to let go of my club. I grew an extra pair of limbs and began to shrink more and more until turning into a — A beetle? I’m a beetle! Trying to scream with my mouth, the only sound that came out was tiny clicks, which Commodus couldn’t hear. He was looming over me with a victorious yet mocking smile. This is unfair! Where’s your honor, you prick?

As the phantom rays were gradually reaching its peak, Melinda let out a final cry, and she passed out… Just like the warriors who had undertaken the grueling procedure before her. Nikola stopped the procedure at once, and with a resounding crack, the chamber's door swung open. He opened the cylindrical structure, only to see a transformed, but dead Melinda. He felt her pulse, and he could confirm that she was dead. Melinda's physique had undergone a profound metamorphosis—broad shoulders, chiseled features, and an even broader chest. The laboratory fell into an eerie silence, with tension hanging heavy in the air. Nikola walked out of the glass chamber, with his head bowed.

He had the same features as his father hence she had no doubt he would make a good beta but with his sudden manifestation of other powers, she was not sure the child lying in her lap was still the same baby she had known all these years. ‘’I've known her for a long time. We all are allies before the beginning of time. Tonight is all we have to stay here. Everything would make sense but first, we would have to head for the land of Altera, she would have to see through the rebirth of her army. The great war is approaching faster than we hope.’’ Melisa did not want to be the one to argue but she did not understand her child who had no relation to seers was becoming one. Such a gift had to come

Her head turns and she looks at me with her sharp copper eyes. “What do you mean my duty as a deity? I want to live as you and the other Gumiho have lived for thousands of years.” Mother opened a door, and the room was much bigger than it seemed on the outside. The walls were lined with books and scrolls and a large mural that I had never seen before was on the wall behind the table.

Distorted. “You’re getting better at killing,” Melinda teased through ragged breaths. “I learned from the best,” he mindlinked back, his yellow-red gaze drifting from the moon to her. He never saw it coming. Something slammed into him with terrifying speed, crashing his massive body into a tree. “Josh!” Melinda cried. Before the rogue could reach her, she shifted back to human form, crouching low. The black in her eyes faded as she slammed her palm into the earth, chanting under her breath.

"Little kid, go play somewhere else." The fat cat thought with pride, "I'm not the same as before. I became a demigod after having integrated with the small divine fire tower of the Fake God City. Besides, I've had so many adventures, gulped down so many divine materials and precious medicines, and even grew angel wings. I'm no longer afraid of you. I won't hesitate to fight back if you provoke me again." He remembered the times when the little girl had bullied him in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

The lack of wings and weaker self-healing ability is also the reason for this. "So that's how it is?" Evelyn associated it with the Old Realm's law of survival of the weak and the strong and couldn't help but ask in a small voice, "Then weren't you bullied a lot when you were a child?" "Right." Asmodeus replied with disinterest, his voice light and quick, not sounding the slightest bit hazy or low, saying, "But I memorized the names and faces of the demons that bullied me, and when I grow up I'm going to kill them all."

The man returned with some more potions and injected me with weird stuff. It didn’t harm me the way he claimed, but it did make me drowsy. Despite my best efforts, I found myself dozed off. *** A piercing scream jolted me awake. My heart skipped a beat when my mind became clear enough to process the voice. It belonged to Melinda. Resisting the urge to growl in anger, I let my claws elongate and started picking the lock. It was, however, taking too much of time. Another scream sounded at a distance; this time feeble, but more agonised. My restraint snapped and with a ferocious growl, I ripped off the chains right from the wall.

"Since you're calling me, you must be in trouble again, aren't you? Didn't I tell you to face the consequences if you get caught?" Melissa pouted. "You mean old man! Do you really want me caught? This time's different. I met this young man who's barely older than me, but..." After hearing her story, the old man on the phone was surprised. "Are you really sure he's an Oceanus Realm master? But he's so young. I've never heard of any sect producing such a prodigy. Even Mason Jacobs only reached Aetherial Realm, which was impressive enough unless..."

The entity laughed, his voice rolling like thunder through the bond. “You think you severed me? Foolish child. You didn’t cut me away. You cut me loose.” The runes on the walls flickered violently, as though even Theras recoiled. On the ridge where Cassian lay, Maelor’s silver form blazed brighter. The bindings that had chained him to mortal flesh melted away. His body elongated, expanded, filling with light too bright to be seen, too dark to be named. Cassian crawled backward, clutching his broken ribs, watching in horror.