Novel War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The sword in its hand was even more terrifying. It was not forged from metal. It was forged from nothingness itself. Where its blade passed, reality simply ceased to exist. The Celestial Keeper took a slow step forward. “I never believed I would see one again.” Aurel frowned. “What is it?” The Keeper answered in a low voice. “A Null Sovereign.” “The first champion of the Void.” Silence fell over the palace. “The Void does not create armies.” “It creates rulers.” “This one has conquered more than a thousand worlds.”

The way he’s fighting for air, like breathing’s a war he’s barely winning. “Don’t lie to me, Jean,” he whispered, my name shattering like thunder between us. “I feel it. Your wolf is calling mine, and gods, I can barely keep her in check.” Lightning split the sky again, turning his face to fire every sharp edge, every crack in that iron control. I wanted to say something…a thousand things. Confess. Deny. Beg. Nothing comes out. My silence said it all. Suddenly he ripped his hand away, like he had been burned, body snapping back into armor. He stepped away, cloak swirling, but his presence was still everywhere storm barely bottled.

My wolf Eira was stirring restlessly in my mind like she wanted to help but I had no idea how to shift or if I even could. "What do you want?" I demanded while trying to buy time for someone to notice we were missing. "You're coming with us," he said simply. "Orders from above." "Whose orders?" He didn't answer but raised his weapon and that's when I heard it. A roar that shook the ground under our feet and made birds explode from the trees in panic. It was the kind of sound that bypassed your brain and went straight to the part of you that remembered being prey animals on ancient plains.

Then, the world went white. A massive, blinding column of orange and red fire erupted into the night sky, tearing the darkness apart. The scuttle switch had been thrown. The explosion was so powerful it created a shockwave that slammed into my small escape pod, sending it spinning wildly through the waves. The entire horizon burned with a terrible, beautiful light, lighting up the gray storm like a dying sun. The Sovereign was gone. The masterpieces were gone. And Julian Vane was swallowed by the fire and the sea.

The gunfire stops, replaced by wailing emergency alarms and blind panic. Suddenly, strong arms lift me off the ground. I drive my elbow backward, hitting something solid, but the man holding me doesn't flinch. "Put me down!" I shout. "Fight me later," the Blood Sovereign murmurs beside my ear. "If we stay, they will open fire." "I do not care!" "I do." The air pressure shifts. A cold wind rushes past my face, whipping my hood back. My stomach feels sick as the ground drops away from under my feet. A moment later, the emergency lights flicker back on.

Complete with workable equipment. I saw the signature of the Overlord. 'Project Finalized.' Bile had risen in my throat as I saw how thoroughly we had been deceived. "I must tell the Overlord what you have done," Abe Denvers, Athena's father, said beside me. He was one of the settlers who had volunteered to accompany us to see the general. "And who will he believe?" General Zoya asked, his tone mocking. "A werewolf. A rebel who is beneath our kind? Or his own trusted human general?"

His enemy who took a direct hit fell on the ground but was barely harmed. "You overestimated yourself," Leo mumbled. He growled. It was his favorite attack since he could easily defeat his enemies with just a growl. His plan backfired when the heavens roared. The dark clouds that covered the blue sky were divided into half. A bright light descended from the heavens as a group of people with white wings on their backs appeared. "The holy celestials," Cisto muttered. The bright light was overwhelming, forcing everyone to prostrate themselves. "A word from heaven," one of them spoke. "Stop this meaningless war if you don't wish to perish. All of you!"

Power collapsed into stillness. For one impossible heartbeat, there was no god, no throne, no authority left standing in the sky. Then everything returned at once. Lyra was hurled backwards, smashing into stone. The boy caught her before she hit the ground again. Liora screamed as shockwaves tore across the plain. When the dust settled, The Sovereign was gone. Not destroyed. Not slain. Not erased. Ended. The sky above was empty. Too empty. Astrael stared upward in stunned silence. “You just ended a sovereign without a succession law.”

"I told you, Nevan. I’m not just the map. I’m the fire." The elevator stopped. The doors opened to reveal a hall of black glass and servers that hummed with the secrets of a thousand kings. This was the Sovereign. The ledger of the world. And as we stepped out into the silence, I realized that the war wasn't over. It was just getting started.