Ratu Novels & Stories

DEX: 15 ATK: 51. STR: 17 Mana: 175. INT: 35 Speed: 41. AGI:41 [Skill: Calculative Ruler, Shadow Sacrifice, Wall of Light, Charm, Royal Blood.] Level 71...that's B-rank, correct? [Yes, according to the Empire's ranking system] Finally, I realized how weak the humans on this planet were. The prince of the great human empire was so mediocre that if I helped Henry a little, he might just surpass him.

And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

“No matter what stay behind me.” “Hello fellow warriors.” The thing said now its eyes blazing such a bright red it almost hurt Elaina’s eyes. “I am Rathial king of the darkness.” Elaina felt a shudder run through her as Rathial spoke. “I see that my beasts weren’t successful in getting rid of all of you.” Rathial tsked looking too a fallen burlack beast. Reaching out a hand he caressed its head lovingly. “It seems some of you are harder to be rid of than I thought.”

Arz unsheathes his sword and emerging a mound of soil which forms a giant rat behind him. “Arz, the rat!” Arz exclaimed. “Finally, you unsheathed it, Varz. I am so proud of you.” A red rat Ribo said coming out from Arz’s sword. ‘thank you, Pix.” Varz said. “Doraduo must have been troubling you, right? I am sorry.” Pix said. “Ahahahaha... I am sorry, That’s Duo for you.” Doraduo said coming out from Varz’s sword.

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“For richer and for richer, till death do you part?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz accept to be the Queen along side your king?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz promise to serve the country and its citizen along side your king with diligence and utmost dedication?” “I do” “With the power vested in me as the officiating priest and the former king, I declare you Vanessa Decruz, which will be known henceforth as Vanessa Amaan, as the Wife of Richard Amaan and the Queen of the nation”

*SQQQUUEEEKK! the remaining Rats is not giving up their comrade and attack too but we successfully block them *SQQUUUEEEE..* and another Big Rat has been slain! Art gather another set of water for the next attack of rats *SQQUEEEK!!!!* the remaining Big Rat is more enraged than before and attacks us in front! both of them jumps towards us but the Rat is just an animal even though it is mutated a little, its brain was focus on its primal nature and attacks us without caring about anything

Lord Ratu said, and I looked at him. “This is not a war until you make it one. Agree to the terms, and everything will be back to what it used to be. You will have your woman back, and that is all!” He said, and I rolled my eyes. If he could go back on his words before, what is the assurance that he won't do that next time? He is a two-faced son of a bitch. He acts as though he is the life source of everyone in this place. What a pathetic man!

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their