Monarch Of Destruction Novels & Stories

"Because deep down, you know they’ll never see you as more than a weapon. I could make you unstoppable. No one would cage you again." Elena shouted, "He’s already unstoppable without you!" Monroe moved toward her in two slow steps, crouching so his face was inches from hers. "You think saving him at the fortress changed anything? You’ve only delayed the inevitable. His power will destroy him… or everyone else." She glared back. "If that’s true, then I’ll be the one standing between him and the rest of the world. Not you." For the briefest moment, Monroe’s smile faltered.

"How? If we expose this now, he'll know we were spying on him. He'll know you're working with me. Everything falls apart." "Then we don't expose it yet. We wait. We let him keep building. Let him invest more time, more money, more resources into Magnificence." Marcus looked at me. "And then, right before his big launch, right when he thinks he's untouchable? That's when we destroy it. When the fall will hurt the most." I looked at my stolen designs on the screen. At months of my work corrupted into Brock's comeback plan. "Three months," I said. "We wait three months. We let him think he's winning. And then we take everything."

Intimidating and awe-inspiring. "My name is Nya Crimson; I have the lives of two people wrongfully murdered in me, and I will have vengeance." * * * Using her body's memories, she reviews what was known about the vampires of this place. They were a race of long-lived superhumans, one of several that were classified as 'omen'. Omen were genetically-enhanced creatures generally regarded as monsters.

Regardless of the outcome, he wanted to go all out with James. In the First Universe, he was almost unbeatable against those of the same cultivation rank. He had not met a worthy opponent all these years. For once, he could go all out in a fight. The Omnipotent Lord had bestowed him the Staff of Destruction. The Staff of Destruction was a Chaotic Treasure inlaid with a Macrocosm Core. The Omnipotent Lord had obtained the Macrocosm Core from the Chaos. If the Omnipotent Lord had not taken the Macrocosm Core, it would have eventually evolved into a universe.

~Alex’s POV~ This is the pit of hell. This guy is as if he were a fly. He can’t possibly leave my Luna alone. My knees tremble whenever I’m around him, urging me to submit. What makes him unique? If I chose to approach him, I swear I could smell doom. I’ll need to ascertain his level of power before making any move. One must be able to figure things out. He has a very strong smell, doom, power, and godly. Could he possibly be a Lycan? No, the monarch was the last Lycan to be registered. Is it possible that he is the king? No, he cannot be; nevertheless, why does he exude danger? I climbed into my car like a befuddled puppy.

He chuckled and turned his eyes to me. "Was here last week but you kicked me. Let's see what you can do today too." He smirked and snapped his fingers. His full entourage appeared from where they've been hiding in all black. An entourage I've been a part of before but I was the only one who wore red among them and that made me the red devil while Lando wore all white. That was how it was when we were going to kill and destroy but things changed, his entourage is now against me.

"You look shorter. Fighting with Abbadon used too much power, huh?" The Monarch used too much power to shatter the Sword of the Doombringer and Abbadon's soul to stop her from reincarnating again. That was why the Monarch's height seemed shrunk a bit. Mira doubted it would last long. After all, the Outer being's homeworld was a pool of power. He could replenish his power in no time. "You said you wanted to destroy my homeworld," The Monarch said. "Why did you stop?"

“We don’t take down empires by storming the gates. We dismantle them brick by brick. First, we fracture their business empire, choke their revenue streams, sour their partnerships, plant seeds of distrust where they least expect it.” He moved to the next section. “Then we strip away their standing in society. The Mondragons survive on perception. Remove the sheen, and their friends turn into vultures.” Finally, his hand dropped to a solitary photograph of Robert, pinned lower than the rest. His smile in it was infuriatingly familiar, the same smile he used to pacify me when I was Melissa, when he didn’t take my concerns seriously. “And then,” Dante said, his voice dropping to a near whisper,

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."

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. Damn it. Michelle stared at me for two seconds before bursting into laughter. I rubbed my forehead, already regretting this entire conversation. “I'm surrounded by idiots.” “I'm your favorite idiot.” I lowered my hand and looked at her. “That’s debatable.” She grinned. “You noticed him.” “Of course I noticed him. He was sitting in a black car outside the palace wearing a mask.” I shrugged as if that should have been the end of the conversation. It wasn't.