Undefeated Bahamut Chronicles Novels & Stories

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

At least not by my pack members. My uncle was standing at the back with everyone, the hall was full of people. “Afternoon, Blood Moon Pack, today marks the beginning of our lives. My first order as alpha is for the warriors to take the body of John Williams and burn it.” My pack members looked at each other. “My second order is to name my uncle Martin as my beta, there will be no gamma until I find a suitable candidate.” There was still silence in the hall am sure my pack members were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Here!" My head snapped up, I glanced at Ben, our eyes met, then we rushed to Newt. The gangly professor was leaning over a scripture so old, the pages had coloured yellow. It was in a language I didn't understand, but Newt readout so fast it may as well have been English. "The Valderian, a warrior born every six years destined to find the stone cup." I glanced at Ben, confused. "I'm lost. What are we meant to bring them?"

Martial arts. It decides your fate as well as your life and death. The weak is humiliated while the strong looks down on the world. Martial Spirit. The innate talent of the people in the continent is considered as the warrior's soul. It can be said that the achievements of a warrior is closely linked to their martial spirit. There are numerous types of martial spirit. Nature spirits such as fire, ice, hurricanes, lighting, etc. Weapon spirits such as knifes, guns, swords and halberd. Beast spirits such as the white tiger, the crazy rhinoceros, the violent ape and the dragon snake. In addition there are also many powerful soul spirits such as the immortal spirit. The martial spirit, it wil

Mission complete boss. Love, Alec. • "I turned around for 2 seconds and I heard a gunshot. I looked and saw Alec on the floor, gun in his hand and in a pool of his own blood." Lilith told Malakai in a lifeless, void and empty voice when they were in the hospital. Her words would stay with him forever. Lilith had lost, she was defeated by something so heartbreaking but as simple as death. She lost her life. A piece of her died too. And it wouldn't ever come back.

"I'm a girl who wants the killing to stop. But if we don't act now, there will be no sun to go back to." ​The woman stood and looked at her people. "I am Lyra. If you can hold the shield, we will provide the focus. We are the discarded blood of two worlds, but together, we are the strength of the earth." The mountain groaned. High above, the sound of metal grinding against stone told them the High Circle’s weapon had arrived. The Colossus was a machine of divine magic, designed to crush entire cities under its weight.

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

The men are bare chested, chalk markings on their biceps and forehead. I stick close to Anna and Mariam in the crowd, anxiously waiting for the competition to begin. The park is divided into three tribes. The Kitonians, they are the largest tribe in the kingdom, consisting of betas but mostly omegas. The Dradonians, they are the smallest of the three tribes and are magically powerful. The last but not the least are the ruling tribe, the Gomorians… I am of the Kitonia tribe. “Sis, I don’t think you should be here.” Cassie whispers from behind me. It is her first hunting today as well. “ don’t think I care. I just don’t want Mum shouting at me for not looking out for you.”

The perfect script he thought he had secured with his second chance at life collapsed completely in that moment. He stared at me, his eyes burning with disbelief and resentment. The so-called main character halo he thought belonged to him looked painfully fragile in the face of real ability and real achievements. The floating comments froze for a moment. Then, they exploded. [What the hell just happened?] [First place in a national coding championship? And he gets to pick any top university he wants?] [Wait… Brian? The fake heir? The one who was supposed to go to some no-name college?] [My brain can't process this twist…]

Sam gasps in utter shock and awe at the magic he is witnessing. I’m feeling drained and dizzy, but I know I can't stop healing him just yet if I want him to survive. I close my eyes and concentrate, forcing myself to heal him quicker until I let out a breath and collapse on the Lycan’s chest. Alpha Maximus The pain has gone, and the wounds have disappeared. I peer down in shock at my frail little mate that just saved my life. She is covered in bruises, weak from dehydration and hunger, and out like a light. Chaos possessively wraps his arms around her and pulls her as close as possible to our chest. 'Mine!' he snarls at Nathan.