Ring Of The Fallen God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

Her body moulded to a pillar of sand before she disintegrated like dust carried away by the flow of winds. Suddenly, the ring on his finger unveiled itself. The ring which Raphael gave to John in the early days of Azazel. As Raphael said, --"it shall be until the last days of this era until the ring shall be seen to your eyes and all eyes!" Monsters By Ruelle plays into the scene following and playing along John's actions. He slit his blade through the sheaths of his scabbard before turning over to the last card of puzzle. Scene instantly changed by the sound of the chorus from the song. It was seen, it wasn't Abaddon, it wasn't any place other than earth. A man in a pure white garment, bino

Recognizing. The Hollow King looked up toward his son through the collapsing chamber. For one terrible heartbeat— Neither of them spoke. Then the tallest god stepped forward sharply, galaxy-filled eyes blazing brighter than stars. “Seal the abyss.” The other gods obeyed instantly. Golden light exploded across the chamber as divine symbols burned into existence above the opening beneath the altar. Massive chains forged from silver fire descended toward the Hollow King like falling suns. The mountain roared in fury. The Hollow King laughed. The sound shattered the first chain before it even touched him.

"A tragic waste of a highly talented witch, really. But, in the end, it just means I don't have to share the ultimate prize with anyone else. I get the Mother. And I get the heir, all to myself." Fennigan’s massive jaw violently locked. The crushing, paralyzing despair of a surrendered mate was instantly warring with the apocalyptic, world-ending rage of an Alpha who had just realized his father's only true protection was the ring resting on his finger. If Damon was wearing the ring, the Goddess couldn't see him. Which meant if Fennigan could physically separate that ring from Damon's flesh... the Goddess would finally see exactly what he was doing to her purest vessel. Fifty feet above the

Past it loomed the Fourth Ring: The Shattered Barrens. Broken stone ridges, jagged canyon systems, graveyards of fallen titans from forgotten wars. Old bones were visible even in the projection—enormous skeletal remains embedded in rock strata. This was where prior invasions had died. The Fifth Ring: The Sinner’s Descent. A vertical chasm spiralling downward in narrowing tiers. This was not territory but punishment architecture. Soul pits, judgment terraces, and covenant chambers embedded in descending layers. The map showed it as a deepening vortex of darker flame in the southern quadrant.

He was just a young genius. There was no way the Thunder God Ring had been crafted with anything exceptionally expensive. Among the young warriors, the Thunder God Ring might be expensive, but when it came to the whole third-grade world, it was probably just average. The Thunder God Ring was an incredibly exaggerated name! Fane said helplessly, "Aren't you afraid that you can't live up to the name? The Thunder God Ring? How arrogant!" David raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, "I named it the Thunder God Ring because I'll truly become the god of thunder in Chaos Continent eventually. You can't begin to imagine my future accomplishments. It's not wrong to name it that!

A contract. Until now. A deep chill slid through my spine. I flipped through another book — this one filled with sketches, maps, and what looked like blood-stained seals. One image stood out: a circle of symbols, three interlocking sigils, and at its center — a human silhouette. Below it, a single phrase: 'Fragment of the fallen gods.’ The book was talking about how there were pieces of uninhibited power flying around and enhancing different races. Whatever the Rogue King was doing... He was harvesting fragments. The power of the gods.

“At least seven high-tier gods have crossed the threshold. Their power is diminished, but don’t be fooled, each one can still erase a city.” Lyra didn’t look away from the sky. “Then we don’t let them gather.” The boy drew his blade fully now. It no longer glowed softly, it burned. “Pick a target.” A colossal figure descended directly ahead of them, slamming into the shattered plain in a cyclone of dust and molten rock. When the smoke cleared, the god stood revealed, tall, skeletal, armored in cracked obsidian, six broken wings dragging behind it. Its voice echoed like grinding mountains. “Dream-Bearer. Child of the Fold. Fallen One.”

, he paused, taking a step closer to look the man in his eyes before continuing, "And you'll never be able to see us again. Never! Oh! and one more thing, you don't say anything about my brother." With that, he entered his rooms without turning back, closing the door softly, not wanting to wake Vantae. He caressed the younger's hair before he flew out of the window into the dead darkness of night. He never imagined that the darkness would be so peaceful with only the moon and him. Not actually paying attention, he didn't notice when he reached the border of Utopia, a beautiful garden again. The veiled wall separating his world from Abyss. Coming back to his feet, he sat down on the grass as

One by one each of the gods began to crumble into dust and then the moon goddess began to feel the effect of her powers being lifted off her as she fell to her knees. "I told you I will get the status I need and look at you... kneeling before me." Sonia stated as the moon goddess turned to dust. Her rings dropped to the floor and Sonia picked it up and inserted them on her fingers and she felt powerful like never before. Thanatos had survived the spell owing to the fact that he was the only God that could manipulate death because he was death. He approached Sonia who was looking at the ring with admiration. Sonia turned around and looked at her role model standing toe to toe beside her with