Monarch Of Destruction Novels & Stories

Node coughed, resting his body on Peirce’s shoulder, cleaned his bloody nose knowing, he had been seriously injured from the inside out by the large fist of the mysterious being moments ago then his eyes noticed the bruised side of Peirce briskly healing right before his very eyes, awe transformed Node’s face. The mysterious being had fought so many pandemonium wars upon wars for thousands upon thousands of years not to lose to some random teenagers of this world excluding the reincarnate of the Destroyer, all his faces grimaced blaming himself and the body he took over from for underestimating the kids below him now thinking to himself how strong are they, cutting them out of the picture on

A wry smile parted his blistering lips. Drac gazed at him in awe, bewildered by his crafty mind. A deep sense of hero-worship clouded his mind. Waylon was now a shadow of himself, he was once stunningly handsome, full of youthful exuberance, impatient with a fearless countenance. Now, he looked weary, lean, with a gloomy appearance. The years had taken its toll on him, all the things he had been through. The frenzy, the battles, the countless failures, depression, the torment of exile, the pain of loneliness. He had lost his kingdom, his throne, his mate, his royal bloodline, his respect.

He was now eighteen and I knew it wouldn’t be long until Father died, and he became King. This was one memory that I did remember, which meant that Father’s control over me weakened. It was a little foggy, but as I watched myself from the past stand outside of Father’s room, I knew it was a few days before he died. Another Dragon had poisoned him, although we never found out how. Now that I knew that there were Dragons with more extreme talents, I suspected that it was from someone with the talent to lethally poison a Dragon. From the corner of my vision, I saw Trenton tense and nod his head. That wasn’t important right now.

Things had been quiet. A little bit too quiet and it was unnerving, but Megumi was enjoying the peace and quiet. Things were back to the way it was, and how things were meant to be. News must have spread about how she destroyed Red Dawn, and she was at the top again. Having all of them bow to her just like when her father was still here. She groaned at the thought. Remembering the day she lost her father. They would all pay. They were going to pay.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

“He’s more than we ever anticipated. He’s the fucking Alpha King.” “He may be the Alpha King, the mightiest werewolf, but he can’t do anything. He’s nothing compared to my powers,” Kaelvor boasted smugly. After all, he was the God of Destruction, the most powerful being who could destroy anything at will. He took pride in his strength and efficiency.

Matthew took a deep breath and exhaled. “Ahem. Good morning everyone and I wish you all a wonderful day. As you know, I am Matthew Dragunov, the newest Dragon Emperor of Destruction after inheriting my ancestor’s power. I have heard the many questions you all have and am here to answer them. As of now the Scarlett Empire remains our enemy. Although my friend here inherited the Scarlett Witch’s legacy, she is not an ally of the Scarlett Empire either. We both seek no quarrel with any one, but we will not simply stand idly if you seek to harm us.”

He had to remain calm during the tribulation, or he would go into deviation! Crackle… Finally, a bolt of purple lightning descended and crashed toward the Hidden Monarch. “Break!” At that moment, the Hidden Monarch used his ultimate skill and tried to resist the attack. However, it was futile. Crack! Boom! With a sharp sound, purple lightning ravaged the Hidden Monarch’s body. In just half a second, he was completely obliterated. His body and soul were destroyed by the divine tribulation lightning. It was as if he had never existed before.

The Ancient Weapon made to imprison gods hit the God of Order in his moment of chaos. The obsidian chest plate shattered. A massive fissure opened in the Architect’s torso. Black light spilled out. Not controlled beams ragged, bleeding light. The Architect screamed. It was a sound that shattered every window in D.C. It brought the Washington Monument down. He fell to his knees. "YOU CANNOT BREAK ME," the Architect wailed. "I AM THE STRUCTURE." "You're just a building," Damian said, landing in front of him. "And we're the demolition