New World Empty Ancient Heart Novels & Stories

I saw people on the other side dance back out of the way and registered buildings of stone and wood, and a dirty road, but there were so many people involved in so much activity the detail of their environment was lost to their motion. Rivyn urged the reluctant Coryfe forwards through the opening in the air. There was no screech of wind, no bright flash of light as we stepped through - the difference between a completed spell, and an incomplete one. We rode out onto filthy cobblestones. “The city of Nerith,” he told me, his lips near my ear. “Where my next target is. I am hoping, now that I have read the book, cover to cover, I can exchange it for the opportunity to read a very rare tome tha

I asked surprised at the news. “Yes, being a god is just touching the tip of supernaturalism. Mazikeen did not find a normal or a good source of power. He found an ancient evil. One which has been imprisoned and could draw others near himself. He offered Monar, the name Mazikeen bore before he became unnatural, great things and Mazikeen was drawn to the offer. He accepted it but the cost was his humanity. Monar also had a strange human gift too being of the fact that he was of the forgotten world. A world that is fantastical, where beasts and people who lived there were so strong and fantastical that they were like mini gods.” The Golden queen smiled sadly. “My home which I had to destroy be

‘Someone beat me to it? Who was it?’ The rage inside Bredon’s heart was evident, so violent it could destroy the world. Buzz! Bredon’s powerful divine sense spread over a million miles instantly, radiating all the way to Devil’s Hill. He saw the endless sea, ferocious giant demons under the sea, dilapidated and sunken ancient cities, as well as the undersea mountain range that spread endlessly. Finally, he saw something... It was an ancient coffin with a huge heart inside, but the heart had been broken and filled the coffin with blood.

"Don't thank me yet. This is no free lunch. Before I could help you out, you need to help me with something first. I would need your group to procure an item for me. An item??? What could possibly be that item that would require even their Headmaster to ask for someone else assistance just to procure it??? But even though their curiosity was eating them up, the group chose to reign over their curious minds so as not to interrupt what Professor Sonny was about to say next. "It was an Ancient Goblet hidden somewhere within the Blood City." "Blood City???" The group muttered among themselves. This place does not sound familiar. It was their first time hearing it at all Is it another uncharted

A low pulse of black energy rolled outward from Nova’s body. Every tree around her shuddered. The remaining Hollowfangs whimpered before retreating several steps. Whatever lay unconscious before them… Was no longer merely human. It wasn’t a wolf. It wasn’t a Hollowfang. It was something neither species had encountered in centuries. Something ancient. Something that should have remained asleep. Nova’s crimson-black eyes slowly opened. For a brief moment… They were completely empty. Then an overwhelming surge of power erupted from within her. She threw her head back.

Ancients send their own people to 'nudge' the civilization in the right direction, the direction decided for them by the Ancients. World leaders, artists, people in different levels of power, all of them are sent to these worlds by the Ancients, to slowly get you ready for the end. For example, almost all of the monsters and demons that were portrayed in your "movies" are actual creatures and races found everywhere in the universe. The myths and legends foretold in your stories and scriptures are all real as well. Everything that you saw and experienced in your old world was chosen by the Ancients. Even clothing, languages etc were all picked out for you," she said with a serious face. She

The tendrils hissed and recoiled. And then he saw it. The Heart. Deep beneath Meridian, at the core of the city, pulsating with ancient life and unimaginable power. It wasn’t a machine. It wasn’t a building. It was alive—veins of energy snaking through stone, metal, and earth alike. It was the soul of Meridian, the origin of its life force, and the very thing the ancient entity had been trying to awaken. This is what they’re after. This is what they want to control.

The Ancients’ energy pulsed faintly in rhythm with Ethan’s heartbeat, as if acknowledging the beginning of a new era. And somewhere in the distance, a dark force stirred—ancient, patient, and ready to reclaim the world. But Ethan Everlight, Alpha King, hybrid of human and Ancients, was ready. The battle for the fate of the world had only just begun.

His presence was an anchor, as steady and sure as it had always been. Still, Elira kept her eyes on the horizon. “There’s something in the air,” she said softly. “I feel it too,” he murmured. “A shift. Like the world is holding its breath again.” Naeria had said as much. The Hollow might have been sealed, but the battle had awakened other forces—forces that had long slept beneath mountains and oceans and bones. The world was ancient. Its memory ran deeper than anyone dared believe. And power never disappeared. It only changed hands.

Soon, he arrived in front of this great hall, this great hall, called the Ancient Ghost auction house, the lowest in and out were Universe Climax level existences. Glancing at the sign above, Tadhg Walter's heart twitched. He could feel the power inside this sign. This was another Emperor Grand's aura, which was filled with decay.