Novel & Cerita Operation Kronos

Deimos embraces him with affection. "Brother. And who is this cute pup in your arms?" Cronus leaves my heat to draw Kal from my male's limbs. "I bought him everything I could think of as a present for I heard Phobos and Theia are coming. I wish to win against them and be the best uncle Kal possesses." "You wish to bribe my male with gifts, Cronus?" Deimos laughs as he peeks back to find Cronus's glamorous presents piled upon each other on the gift table.

Their team got famous in the platform of online esports. Kratos could feel he had a soft corner for that girl so he used to protect her all the time, in the game. Kratos was the name of Nicolas Walker's gaming account. He was the one and only son of famous industrialist Christopher Walker who was literally the most powerful tycoon of Los Angeles. Nicolas loved to talk to Minerva and they used to play whole night. Minerva was little shy at first but soon she started feeling comfortable with Kratos and her teammates and she knew it very well Kratos was the one who used to rescue her all the time.

Trix refused to roll her eyes at the obvious displeasure his voice held. Rexus was Sapphire born and despised Crimsons. More importantly he was a cold blooded killer, who took pride in his kill. The Crimson Princess and a few Crimson Knights would surely boost his fame and the stench of fear that would go well with his name. He gently took the princess’s soft hand in his rugged palms and kissed it. Her personal guards tensed, their leather coated hands on the hilt of their swords. Trix watch the exchange with curiosity, in a strange way wishing that they would start a fight. Her wish came through when Rexus slipped a ring from the princess’s hand and the sound of metal scraping against metal

I nod, “apparently he was in on this with her but he wouldn’t dare say anything, he knows I am going to use his slush fund against him” A wicked grin spreads across his face, “so that’s the next move?” “You know that baby” I watch as he pulls out his phone and dial a certain number. “Hello, yes…this is Malachi Bromte.. apparently I have received an anonymous tip that Zachary Woodstone of Blossom entertainment company has been involved in some illegal activities and he is trying to use the illegal slush funds. Please investigate this thoroughly, I will have the information sent as soon as possible. Good, thank you General”

Their holograms were being projected at the table where only the Omni King, Kronos Von Spector, was the actual person there. From his right: Cyss Emperor, Alfredo El Chrome; Dwarf King, Gronta Pappy; Tiberian King, Argus Maximus; Elf Queen, Guinevere Whitehorn; Missoni Chief, Phulu; Cobalt Ocean Empire Emperor, Shima Melcros; and San Coro Empress, Cleopatra. “May I hear your opinions?” Kronos asked without starting the meeting with any formalities. There was no such time for that. Kronos was a human with ginger coloured hair and beard. He carefully shaved the beard on his cheeks so that only the area around his chin had hair. His hair was kept short and was covered by his crown. His shoulder

His eyes were rolled back in his head, and he was chanting a sequence of numbers in a language I didn't recognize. ​"What is he doing?" I whispered, my heart hammering. ​"He's not chanting," Dr. Hestia said, emerging from the shadows with a look of pure horror. "He's receiving. Someone has bypassed your scramble, Nora. Someone is uploading a new protocol directly into their neural links." ​On the wall, the numbers Leo was reciting began to appear in blood-red text. ​PROTOCOL: KRONOS. TARGET: 0-1.

Kronos had only experienced brief glimpses of the outside world when he was away on work assignments for his people, the pride and fierce descendants of the dragons that had once called Ocrad home, the Sintar Dragon Tribe. Kronos looked at the clouds lazily passing by, wishing he could be like them and leave. But were he to attempt to do so, he would be hunted down and killed by his own people, if Ocrad’s ruling Dynasty, the Ishtar didn’t enslave him first. He yawned, in no hurry to report for his duties for the day. He was a lowly village guard after all. The most exciting thing he could expect would be breaking up a drunken brawl or maybe have to participate in a skirmish. He yawned once m

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

Then he recognized it—it was Beta Kelvin, Alpha Damon’s beta… and Thalia’s father. What’s he doing here? Knox thought, crouching in the shadows. He watched as the beta shook hands with the warrior. The warrior slipped something into Kelvin’s pocket and rushed off into the forest. A minute later, he returned and gestured toward the darkness. The beta thanked him and disappeared into the woods. Knox hesitated. It wasn’t his business… But something pushed him. He followed Kelvin, who was now moving like a trained scout, masking his scent and trail—standard tracker tactics.

Meg’s POV “What do you want- omega?” Chris spits out at me, his mouth twisting in a snarl. Chris is a gamma, and his power gets to his fathead sometimes. No, he isn’t overweight, he’s just stupid. Gammas are in line for beta-ship, so they hold power in their aura. Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon, zeta, and then omega, in that order. A luna rules by the alpha’s side.