Myth Fu Raid Novels & Stories

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

I look around the many faces that stand before me. “Now, down to the real stuff, we have a war coming, in fact we have two. Our neighbours, the Red Fang pack, have been making threats. And now the Opel Moon, the rightful pack of my Luna has been taken over by an evil unlike anything I have ever seen, and right now they are making their way to us with a full war party” I hear the gasps in the crowd as Clayton finishes talking. My heart feels heavy as they speak with each other. This is all my fight, they don’t deserve this. A man about thirty steps forward and raises his hand, I smile at him, nodding for him to speak.

Those powers had weakened throughout the years, but what if they could be summoned again? “Then what the fuck do you suggest we do?” Rafe snapped. “Surrender?” “There is an option,” Morvan muttered, he and Vulir exchanging looks. Then the old warrior's gaze locked on me. “An alliance with Farindoria. They are known for having a great army. We need them, and we also know that they would be willing to help… in certain circumstances.” “What circumstances?” My wolf growled, sensing neither of us would like what we were about to hear.

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

Boom, boom, boom! Raiden rushed a few steps forward. With every step he took, the ground underneath him cracked. A powerful gush of overbearing presence filled the air and it made Mya feel terrified. Raiden made his way to Adrian step by step. Meanwhile, Adrian had already gotten back on his feet. Mya was lying flat on the ground and anxiously watching the scene before her. “He’s too powerful, sir,” she said shakily.

If we allowed the issue to linger and spread, the virgin sacrifices alone would not solve the problem. I learned that this whole problem began over five hundred years ago when a deity called Ruhun Daji abandoned Lafiya and its people. The people struck a deal with Aljanan Daji to survive. Aljanan Daji requested that Rayuwa be given to her. She asked that those in Rayuwa would only worship her. As long as the people of Rayuwa kept her happy, she would prosper Lafiya, and no evil would befall them. Rayuwa was sparsely populated then, so families were selected from different parts of Lafiya to relocate to Rayuwa and keep the covenant, never to leave the island once they were tied to the land. L

"The one who climbed your hull in the vacuum? Our scouts report a fleet forming in the Rift. Mismatched ships, civilian haulers, and thousands of 'inerts' arming themselves. They are calling for a 'Great Return'." Julian felt a cold prickle of sweat at the base of his neck. Killian. He should have killed him on the hull. He should have opened the coolant vents and frozen him into a statue. "Let them come," Julian said, though his voice lacked its usual certainty. "The Rift-born have no heavy weaponry. They have no standing army. They are a rabid mob. Our planetary defense grid will turn them into stardust before they even reach the atmosphere." "You underestimate the power of a myth," Kael w