Morgoth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ruby went to Rel's side as he maintains control over the shadow creatures. Morgon hissed in anger. He couldn't believe that this brat could muster up enough power to actually open up a portal to the Inferno. He couldn't return to Neherra empty-handed and failed in both missions so he will ensure something before he goes: the death of the Pendragon girl.

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

He jerked off his body and almost fell off from his horse, roaming eyes around him. 'Who said that?' he thought. The Commander of his army, Panther, was fighting close to him, growls of bloodlust for the enemies coming from his mouth. His red eyes were enough to scare someone normal, his roars were more violent, the swinging of his sword was proving that he was a living monster in the mankind. "It is me," the voice whispered again. Moriah sighed with frustration, though the voice seemed familiar as if he heard that mysterious voice before. "I am the Lord of Life."

Beside her, Drake, the enigmatic shadow mage, his movements a blur as he weaved darkness into a weapon of devastating power. Against them stood Ethan, a once-noble warrior, now twisted into a monstrous embodiment of the Water God's power. His form, a grotesque amalgamation of man and beast, loomed over the battlefield, his eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. The power of the Water God coursed through his veins, granting him unimaginable strength and control over the very essence of water.

He was half of frost, half of fire, and nothing at all like his family. “Mother, why does dedushka hate me?” Morozko asked before Russia was little more than a land fought over by pagans erecting poles the to snakeskin Veles the chthonic god in the underworld below and thundering Perun the king of the gods above. The people still swore on the Earth Mother Mokosh in those days. They still spilled blood on the death goddess Morena’s altar. And Baba Yaga, fabled witch of the mountains, devourer of wandering children, was watching. The hag of the iron teeth was young, though she never remotely looked it.

“Sorry, Dark Lord. Excuse me while I toss my ring into that boiling pit of lava-” “I'm the Prince of Darkness, maggot. Morgoth is the Dark Lord. And Dumah, my esteemed colleague, is the Angel of the Grave.” I gawked. Samael, Grim Reaper- Lord of the Rings aficionado? “I'LL ENSURE YOU HAVE A PARTICULARLY CRAMPED SEPULCHRE,” Dumah said, ever so genially. “Thanks. Why don't you do that after you fix that lisp?” “Enough, Shannon.”

"He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed." "No way. Abaddon's strong enough to fight off Rogues, look at what he did for Sera in the woods. He'll make the best Alpha." Tabitha gushes and I feel a twist of something in my stomach, it can't be jealousy, everyone's always treated him like he's something Godlike and Tabitha has never even tried to hide her admiration for him. It's always irritated me, but mainly because I thought he didn't deserve it, this feels different.

War-ro". "Moros, son of Nyx, god of Doom. I summon thee!" Immediately after the incantation, another figure appeared, male, tall, short dark hair and with a strange tattoo covering the area around his eyes. "Kratos, the brutal! Show yourself!" Lightning flashed then out of it stood a buffed up and heavily toned man with rippling muscles showing all over his bare upper body. He was bald and had a thick beard. "Stheno and Euryale, Gorgon sisters! Heed to your master's calling!"

I AM TORSH, DEMON LORD OF ALL PLANES. "No," the man's voice said, his attractiveness returned, "I am of the Firbolg, first mage of the old land." And when that voice spoke, I understood the truth for the first time. The creature wasn't a hybrid of four powers but a man, caught between the forces and entities struggling to inhabit his body with him, crushing him under them.

Tyce chimed in. "I'm afraid not," Sybil replied. "It's been ten moon cycles now. Ten is the number of rebirth. If her wolf did not come back, she is too far gone and there is nothing we can do. I'd hoped otherwise, but continuing to try would be theft on my part. I even checked her wolf's location in the death realm, and she was so close, practically through the veil. If she couldn't step through when she was so close, well, pardon my phrasing, but it's much like beating a dead wolf to keep trying."