Sao Worlds Novels & Stories

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

Guia asked me. "The Anciàos Santos are the ten powerful Fantasians who are considered heroes here in Mundo da Fantasian, because the ten of them fought against the Dark Continent during the Second World War and that led to being given the duty to preserve and maintain the Peace and Order of whole Mundo da Fantasia." I told Guia the story and it was obvious to him that he was amazed.

Xiao Yao said mocking the user a bit, after all, achieving a perfect ranking is only possible in the tutorial. "Tutorial? I didn't have a tutorial, when I woke up in the middle of the war of some ancient empire with the sword stuck in my belly the system I was given announced the mistake of being sent there... Well, it's a long story, I did it win and the lord god apparently to apologize let me have the maximum score. I'm the only SSS rank user, of course, I stole the core of that world, and I was going to destroy... Cough... Cough... well, that's it”

The Black Hawk skimmed low over the Saudi desert, its rotors slicing the midnight air into ribbons. No lights. No chatter. Just darkness and wind—and the occasional hiss of static in the team’s earpieces. The world outside the open door was an ocean of black dunes, luminous only through the phantom green of NVGs: a drowned, prehistoric seabed frozen in waves of bone. Inside, six soldiers sat in silence, faces painted, eyes locked forward. Ghost Team. SASR.

: “Now, now. Naraja no need to get so antsy. We got ~alllllllll~ the time in the world, so sit on your ass like you are, pfft. Because it’s going to be one hell of a show from here on out.” Next thing Naraja noticed on the horizon where the mysterious black-figure resided was one shadow-y black Gorilla that developed itself next to the black figure and then another one appeared and then another and then another and then another one. Around one-hundred to one million of those shadow-y Gorilla’s had started to appear rapidly. No one could keep up with the amount of these things anymore, especially Naraja. If Naraja had a title to call these things at this moment it would be a ‘Stampede of Gori

Wei Sihao became the figure of a warrior from the black faction who always made his opponents shiver with fear. The lack of warriors who were able to reach the level of inner strength in the red aura made him always experience victory in every duel with other warriors. Not only in Caihong, Wei Sihao's name is also quite well known in the mainland of Shamo and mainland Bingdao which is even located quite far from mainland Caihong.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

“But we won’t sacrifice our morals or our souls for it.” The Keeper cackled, their amusement growing. “Oh, how noble of you. But I’m afraid finding your friend requires a greater sacrifice than mere morals or souls.” Reina frowned, her grip relaxing slightly. “What do you mean?” she asked cautiously. The Keeper approached them, their eyes flashing with dark magic. “The only way to find Adelia is to enter the realm of the Mevara,” they said solemnly. “You must journey through the Shift Tower and face the challenges that lie within. But be warned, the cost of entering the realm of the Mevara is steep. You must give up a part of yourself.”

Chapter 10 The dawn broke over the city, golden sunlight glinting off glass towers and streets that had once been battlefields. Clara stood atop the highest rooftop she could reach, her pendant glowing softly against her chest. She had spent the night meditating, channelling the energy she had inherited from her grandmother, the strength of her lineage flowing steadily through her veins. Her team Mike, James, and Bridget stood behind her, eyes scanning the horizon. They had tracked the Shadow Council to an abandoned industrial complex near the edge of the city. This time, they were prepared.