Monarch Of Destruction Novels & Stories

"Did you know Marcus built an organization to destroy the Montrels?" "I suspected something," Dad said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't sure what. I thought maybe he'd joined some international agency, found a legitimate way to take them down, I hoped..." He trailed off. "I hoped he'd let it go eventually. Move on." "He didn't," I said. "He built an organization called the Raven. Hundreds of men under his command. He's been terrorizing the Montrel empire for years. Threatening Damien. Attacking his businesses. Trying to dismantle everything Vincent built."

"I mean, I agree with you there. But he does have a point, the monarchy is failing. Especially, since they took that tree, I've walked past so many people dead or dying." "Oh, I don't disagree there. But the way he's going about it, it's just nuts. At that woman he had ages ago, Dynawho or something, she was actually crazy. I saw the bodies she left behind, she literally carved images into their skin," the other mercenary with blonde hair spoke up. "That girl Rhae, she actually isn't that bad. If he can do that someone he actually likes, imagine what he could do to us," Lynn sighed, looking at the table.

The monarch and his wife jumped into the arena. “Who are you, and why are you doing this?” The monarch asked with a stern tone. “For over a thousand years, I've searched for a body worthy of my gloriousness to punish this filthy world for existing. My name is Sabbath, the ill-born of the moon goddess,” Mary's body spoke. “Well, Sabbath, your time has finally come. You shall die at my ha-” Before the monarch could finish his sentence, both he and his wife's heads were cut off instantly by a swing of Sabbath's left index finger.

A man whose combat power was so mighty that he was almost a god. Tyr, on the other hand, was God of Regal Palace. Behind them were a middle-aged monk with a ninth ring fragrance scar on his head, a man with a disabled left foot who walked with a limp, and a man dressed in all black with wooden clogs and carrying a black samurai sword on his back. The monk's name was Sigillum, the original number three of Nemesis. The man with a disability was nicknamed Devastation, original Nemesis number five.

* *Boom* Outside of the cottage, Delores was speaking to the Dragon Council’s members when kylie’s aura forced itself out into the world and ascended into the clouds. The sun was swiftly covered by a red sun that domineering asserted its dominance and took its place, and all who saw it and understood the stars, knew what it meant. “Another Destruction Star has been born,” the Imperial Advisor frowned and said. “This Destruction Star is of the Sovereign grade. That is the Red Sun of Destruction.” The Imperial Strategist added, his expression as ugly as it could possibly be.

he is talking to himself while tapping the pictures now on his table. "Hmmm, another character was on the scene," he said while looking at Kristina's picture together with Nathaniel during their happy moments at Butterfly Garden in Montevista's Villa. "Poor man, you will be added to my toys. This will be very exciting!" he smirked. He knew the weakest point of Kristina and he will start there. Her children. His devil smile appeared as he thought above it. He felt so excited about his plans. He scouted the area already and he knew where will be the best place to execute his plans.

I whispered but he just motioned for me to follow him. "Hiranyakashipu is the king of demons.” He said. “Hiranyakashipu had three sons: Lucifer, the first son, Beelzebub is the second son, and Mammon is the third son," he said, and I nodded my head, trying to put his words together. "Lucifer was a heartless soul. He wasn't ever satisfied with what he had, so he moved out of his father's land, building his own nation. Those are the demons you see, Destiny," he added, and I nodded, following Master behind.

As expected, Victor was really understanding. Terrence and his crew left. Victor, meanwhile, sat near Windfall, contemplating all kinds of questions, like how he should proceed from here and where to gather Source Crystals. Windfall finally woke up in the afternoon. An aura unique to a Monarch-rank mechanical creature burst forth from it. After opening its eyes, Windfall couldn't help but let out a roar, announcing the birth of a Monarch. But the roar was cut short halfway by a slap from Victor. "Stop screaming."

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.