Undefeated Bahamut Chronicle Characters Novels & Stories

James inhaled deeply and gazed at the sculptures in the distance. Yegorʼs, Franciscusʼ, Gladwinʼs, and Theaʼs main selves were all upper-grade Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation cultivators. Not to mention there were other superb cultivators in that battlefield as well. James had spent a lot of energy and time battling just Xacharyʼs main self. Furthermore, the pair of elderly cultivators would not allow James to battle the remaining cultivators one by one.

With Hera, Orion, Leandros and the others slaying the enemy with ease, I could support Zeph if he needed my help. My eyes fell on Zephyrus, fighting with Alpha Atticus near the slopes of the Astros Hill. He didn’t need my help as the enemy alpha was already losing! In a split second, Alpha Atticus’s blood-soaked, frail body fell to the ground in a heap. Blood oozed from the gaping wound, creating a pool around him, and Lena dropped everything and ran to him. I was on high alert and rushed to help them. Lena was a fierce warrior, and Zephyrus had a weakness for her. What if he didn’t defend himself from her attack?

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

I conquered. I sat up straight, wiping the blood from my chin with the back of my ruined hand. I was Ironmaw. * * *

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

I feel frustrated. I can’t see their face, just an empty hooded figure. My patience is getting thin, I want to get back to my mate. This is ridiculous, they can’t keep me here, can they? The hooded figure I would say walks towards me but it's more like it floats towards me. I stand my ground. I have had enough. I demand to be sent back, I feel myself speaking out loud. The hooded figure reaches up to reveal what I can only describe as a stunning mix between angel and dragon. “Hello, Emerald, I am Bahamut, my sister and I rule over our Dragon children” I look at this stunning female with her white hair, bright blue eyes and what looks like jeweled scales on her face.

She takes a piece of paper with my schedule written on it out of her pocket and I roll my eyes. "This is going to be the longest week of my life." I groan, leaning back against the wall. "Same here." She mutters and then suddenly she's all smiles as Abaddon, Gene and Levi strolls past us. The first two don't acknowledge us, but Levi stops directly in front of me. 'Be kind, it's not his fault his brain is between his legs.' Dina says before he's even opened his mouth.

"You know who I am, Bastian. You have suffered for the sins of my bloodline. All of you have. Sarn suffers still. He will never shift to dragon again. He..." Bastian interrupts me. "Sarn is at peace and happy. He told me that in his heart he will forever be dragon and no Goddess can take that away from him." Bastian's words only frustrate me further. "I'm not destined for a mate, Bastian. My uncle caused the curse and I shall pay for his sins until one-hundred thousand years has passed. Wishing it different changes nothing." "You are fucking wrong," Bastian thunders and shoots flames from his great mouth.

I looked beside him but there was nobody sitting there. I jumped up when my eyes moved to my side and met a pair of chocolate browns and chiseled jaws. .... Who could it be? Do you Remember any brown eyes? Few more chapters to go... I can't believe we came this far. Please VOTE, COMMENT, and SHARE. NB: Pablo is a character from one of my books.