Novel War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"

The binary suns had set, and the permanent violet nebula of Earth was visible in the distance, a small, glowing reminder of the home we had left behind. "Four children, Elara," Killian whispered, pulling me against his slate grey chest. "Leo is our anchor. Toby is our reach. Maya is our pulse. And Lyra... ."Lyra is the bridge," I finished, leaning my head against his shoulder. "They are the four pillars of the new world. We did more than just survive the mud, Killian. We created a legacy that can withstand the vacuum of the stars." "The Sovereign Triage is reaching its final phase," Killian said, his silver eyes locking onto mine with a romantic, heavy intensity. "We go into the Abyss as one

Plumes of smoke billowed over several areas of the Caihong Nobility. One of the worst was in the Second Class Noble territory where in the region there were at least five more government buildings that were burned down by mad soldiers. Those mad warriors were victims of Yang Zi's Xuanshu-Moya power. Xuanshu-Moya Yang Zi's strength had apparently increased quite rapidly after she had trained for months in the heirloom realm of the Silver Dragon Diadem.

The moonlight caught the sharp angles of his face, making him look like a god carved from obsidian. "I've never been a soft man, Seraphina," he began, his voice dropping into a rough, low register that vibrated in the quiet night. "I was raised to be a weapon, to be the Sovereign. I’ve never known what it felt like to have a home—until I looked at you. With you, I feel... settled. Like the war in my head finally stopped."

Its greatest strength was speed. However, Noel released billions of sword energies, flooding the sky and forcing the Tonitrui Eagle to retreat. The four battlefields blazed with glory. Gideon scanned the area. He didn't spot Brantley and asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge Heaven's Dominion? "I've heard that recently, a warrior called Bloodthirsty Sovereign has appeared in Asgard Plains. I wonder if they're here today. If so, step out. Let me see for myself whether you're worthy of being called a sovereign."

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Evelyn snuggled herself into his soothing warmth and steady confidence. Andrew laughed. “When did you become the pessimist of our duo? Although I must admit, it certainly sounds as if the weather’s going completely mad.” The room lit brightly again for several seconds as a series of particularly powerful white flashes split the sky. Their accompanying thunder sounded like the rapid explosions of fireworks. Or the continuous shelling or mortars during war. She cringed against him, her whole body tingling with nerves. The dull throb of a headache was starting to come on.

Vayu was the first to made a move and he patted Lars in the shoulder. "Are you okay, buddy?" Lars forced a quick smile out of him. "Let's just put that aside for now and tell me what the hell is going on." If there was anyone to answer, it would be Rachelia and all eyes were naturally drawn to her. The girl in question had expected this and she cleared her throat. "The Sovereigns is accelerating their endgame, The Advent." Mell scratched a spot near his right horn, frowning. "Which is...?"

"He is a Sterling. He doesn't know how to surrender." The trauma bay was warm, safe, and completely anchored in the absolute triumph of their survival. The corporate war was ash. The Archangel was dead. They were the uncontested apex of the earth, holding the future of their empire in their arms. "We need a name, Sovereign," Silas smiled from the doorway, his broken arm clutched to his chest, but his gritty face completely glowing with pride. Zara looked down at her son. She didn't hesitate. "Julian Cross tried to extinguish our light," Zara murmured softly. "But this child was born in the dark, and he brought the dawn back to our city."