Novel & Cerita Who Is The Strongest Archon

He was the most gentle and calm of the trio. Pearldina, the only female archagent was gifted in the art of healing, she was vast in medicinal knowledge and could tell a sickness from a glance. Her body is also immune to different types of poison. No one dare cross her path rashly without first preparing for the worst. Acris gift was his impeccable and brute strength, His strength was his biggest weapon. Everyone feared him and he was constantly being compared to his brother Lord Adonis since they share the same bloodline. Being strong was already an advantage and having the king of death as his brother was an added advantage. Among the three archangels, Acris was the most powerful and the mo

Alston almost growled at Zachariah as they got to the field. “I didn’t. I was just too busy, I’m sorry your highness.” He hurriedly begged as his head fell to the floor. Alston rolled his eyes, glancing at the other warriors of the pack as they trained effortlessly. One thing their pack was also known for was their commingment, and their training has always helped them in all their battles. They are known to be the strongest and most feared of all packs, especially when the priestess was around. Her power could not be trifled with amongst other priestesses and that’s why she was thoroughly ashamed and embarrassed when people found out about the alleged crime.

He showed me that his power is much greater than mine. "Our uncle is the Lycan king!!" Frank yells out tackling Fin to the floor. We watch and laugh as they roll around, trying to pin each other to the floor. I see Adrian, Joe, and Max staring at Fin and Frank with wide eyes, baring their necks in submission. I realize that Frank and Fin's dominance is pouring off of them filling the room. I'm sure they never felt power like this, especially from beta wolves. "Stop," I say stopping Fin and Frank. They both stopped and look up at me before following my gaze over to Adrian, Joe, and Max to see them submitting under the power filling the room.

His form fully immersed in it. If not for the restrains, this would be the perfect opportunity to whip his head off clean. "It was made by the third priestess of the Queenmoon pack. Just after the árchontas came into power, the Queenmoon was the most powerful, to which no other pack could compare. The real definition of power you see. She took it kindly when the monarch system robbed her position off her. But as the priestess she also held one belief, that everything in this world must have a weakness. The árchontas. They didn't meet the criteria, do they? They are immortals. Never to be wiped off the face of the earth. To live forever. But that's not just fair. Immortality and power."

“Valencia Raskin, alpha of the blood moon pack and archon alpha of Scrigis, am also here on the invitation of the Ancient One.” Calhoun had taken a few steps ahead but he waited to hear their introductions. ‘Archon…I see’ He thought to himself. Now he knew why she was so arrogant. She was the archon alpha after all. Though she looked quite young for her age. Her eyes were piercing blue and her skin flawless… Calhoun blinked and shook his head nearly scolding himself. ‘What am I thinking?’ He asked himself and thought of the reason for his arrival. That wiped off the little smile that had appeared on his face.

I looked up at him. Really looked. It was such a strange question that I almost laughed. “Because it’s Derek,” I said. Kael waited. Like he expected more explanation. “Because he’s stronger than me,” I continued slowly. “Faster. Higher rank. And because the last three omegas who ‘said something’ ended up cleaning the kitchens for two months.” Kael didn’t argue with that. Which was interesting. Instead he asked, “Then why today?” I opened my mouth. Closed it.

He smelled the faint scent of expensive jasmine drifting up from the estate’s gardens, clashing with the smell of dry dirt and his own sweat. He was a misanthrope by choice, but an Alpha by necessity. He believed that the modern world had become a nursery for the weak. Civilized society was just a collective agreement to pretend that the strongest didn't have the right to take what they wanted. He was here to break that agreement. He wasn't interested in the money in the Sterling vaults. He didn't want the Legend’s fame. He wanted the experience of the collapse. He wanted to be the one who pulled the thread that unraveled their perfect tapestry.

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

Ogra chuckled. “Is it just you here at the castle?” BoldR asked. “No. Actually there are quite a few survivors locked up in the dungeon. They are loyalists to the king and Luna.” Ogra replied. “Well the castle has fallen what is left to fight for?” Cassia asked. Ogra looked at her with a solemn expression” My dear child what made Archon great was not its castle, but an idea. The bream of having a free territory that was open to everyone no matter what race or species you are. Do you remember when I told the story of the Dragon King?”

"I know exactly how easy it is to fall, elder. That's why I won't kneel. I am strong, and so are my parents. The West have three of the most powerful wolves that walk the earth, what else does this council want for?" The air in the hall felt heavier with each word. My mother's voice echoed in my head, omegas watch, but never interfere. Yet I couldn't help the flicker of pride curling in my chest. He was reckless, yes. But for the first time since I'd known him, Alpha Archer looked like the wolf he was born to be, not the puppet they wanted. Hagar slammed his fist once more. "Then you leave us no choice. We'll bring this to your father. To your mother. You will answer to the Luna and the form