Monarch Of Time Novels & Stories

Thoughts of Angel and Zachery encroached at odd times-a smell, the turn of a jaw, even the flow of a burqa. Monroe, the king of control, had trouble compartmentalizing their memories, but knew if he didn't focus on his adversary it created incredible danger for those he loved.

Yet, somewhere, she’s there. He would follow her – even to some depths of that hell. He needed a plan. For a while, he took his moment. Decidedly, he went out from his Coven to the Announcing Hall. Time is the very foundation of creation. At some point in this unknown mystery of existence, there should be a specific second from when everything originated. The Time Palace stood as old as the old gods - as old as immortality itself. Like a machine, it worked on its own. Like a sophisticated tool of civilization, it served to impress. Just as time has mysteries, same could be said to those who could bend it.

"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?"

As far as I was aware, there would never be a point where I would be allowed past that door. “What happened to keeping a low profile?” Time shrugs, before he stretches. “I’ve had the night to regain a lot of my power back from dragging us around throughout time, so now, I figured I would put a glamour upon myself, and take you out to brunch.” I can’t help but eye him suspiciously. Brunch? It seems so civilised, I almost want to giggle. Having something as simple as brunch with a powerful immortal over a million years before my birthdate, seems like such an odd concept. Yet as I look at Time, he seems unfazed by his own idea. I suppose in the long life he’s lived, he’s come across stranger in

So he spent most time watching the news. Mrs. Macpherson held his hand, "Let the girls watch whatever movie, they have young blood brewing in their veins.” Mr Macpherson was reluctant but he still agreed, "Okay, do whatever you want." The four girls shouted in unison, "Thank you, daddy!" "Daddy, you're the best!" "We love you, daddy!" They were all grinning, their eyes shining with excitement. The movie was about two hours, during the first hour of the movie Mr. Macpherson expected Margaret to have something to say. But the Margaret he was seeing was not the Margaret he knew he asked, "Margaret what's wrong?"

"You're not, that's why you are able to hide your pain. Your soul feels heavy, the way I see it makes me want to burst a cry, you've suffered too much my lady." I guess it's not bad at all. "Tell me, who turned back the time?" I asked. She remained silent before she answered. "Cataslycm." I blinked my eyes repeatedly, my stomach twitched and I can see myself unable to open my mouth. "That is the end of what truly means of your reversed time. That man, a disaster. You should never let him die, or the time will stop and the world will never begin to revolve again." "What do you mean? Why does he have that kind of power?" I asked.

The view is too precious to miss taking a picture, and so, I capture the moment into a video, knowing that the picture may somehow not be enough to describe how precious it is. This man, who, for two years, I've swore to do my very best to never run into again, is in front of me, showing me sides of him that I never thought I'd be around him longer, to witness. His actions have placed me in a position where I question him, on who he is. Who is this man, this multimillionaire, who would take a day off from work,just to spend it with the woman he had a one night stand with and his niece?

"Monarch Mansion is launching tonight too." The name hit me like a sledgehammer. Monarch Mansion. Of course. My jaw clenched involuntarily. The Queen of the West—her timing was no accident. She chose tonight, of all nights, to unveil her ridiculous attempt at a hotel. It couldn't be coincidence. No, this woman—whoever she was—had clearly made it her mission to challenge me, to go after everything I'd built.

It seems that Sabrina is the true heiress after all! "That's weird. In that case, why did Mr. Bloomberg tell us that Sir Ralph invited us to this party to also introduce Selena to the elite class for the sake of her future?" Selena panicked at once, her face turning pale. She had never heard of the Crimson Snowgem before, and she most definitely did not own it. Suddenly, Alvin laughed and said, "Sabrina, did you really think you could fool us into thinking that some stupid plastic stone you randomly picked up was the actual Bloomberg heirloom?

“To answer the question on your mind, this wasn’t my doing brother is it your mother’s. She just got over excited, don’t blame her for that.” Shaking her head in disbelief, Clara said, “ If you are both denying your involvement in this, who then orchestrated the whole arrangement?” “Your grandparents.” Her mother said calmly. “No way. They wouldn’t do that. I don’t even know them!” “There is a legal documentation to back these claims. Properly documented. We really need this, Clara. I’m not sure we rally have a choice.” “In the 24th century? Who does that? And about the choice, oh we do have a choice. Everyone does.” Clara walked angrily towards her room.