Monarch Of Destruction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I groused and slumped into my throne, running my hand through my hair. “I am here to tell you the problem; that way, it will be easier for the both of us to find a solution,” he replied. My forehead creased at his words. I shrugged and waved my hands at him, ordering him to speak up. “The beast in you is called the lord of destruction; it got its name as a result of its unquenchable craving for blood and destruction, the same thing you have been doing, Xander,” he began, and I twitched my lips, drifting away,y from the irrelevant lecture.

* *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.

I cried, "I've never been one. They must have got it all wrong. Something must be wrong somewhere." "The witch said you are. She couldn't have lied about that." Monica chipped for the first time. "I guess you're more of a killer than a healer. You're good at killing than healing anyway. You're a weapon of mass destruction. Any pack that would be glad to have you on their side, fighting for them. You'd be a terror to the world, even a Lycan can't stand you."

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.

The guards at the doors recognized the signs immediately and drew their weapons with panicked shouts. “Everyone out,” I growled through clenched teeth as I fought to stay upright. “Including her. Now.” The guards hesitated. One of them called for Elic while another grabbed special chains from the wall alcove. I crashed against a heavy table as another wave hit me. Wood splintered under my weight and I dropped to one knee with a roar trapped in my throat. Blood. War. Screaming. Fragments of memory flashed behind my eyes. A ritual performed under a blood moon during the civil war. A voice whispering that a king must become a monster to survive. I had accepted the corruption for power and victo

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."

So, I wrap my arms tighter around him. "Are you afraid that knowing the truth is going to make me run from you?" I ask, and he nods. "Let me guess, the hollow curse wants me dead," I say, and his entire body freezes. I gulp, my chest tightening. "Tell me more." "One of the alphas in my bloodline was a tyrant. He wanted more power to destroy and control other packs, so he decided to summon an ancient god. They call him 'the destroyer.' That alpha accepted the power that was offered to him but failed to negotiate what he would give in return. The god asked him to sacrifice his mate as payment."