World Conqueror Novels & Stories

Robin replied getting very curious about what was so special about this The Conquest List. "The Conquest List is a game Evans, Joe, Miller and I play every six months. We tabulate the number of girls we have slept with in the last six months and the person with the highest number gets to win whatever he wants. We also bet on girls and how long it would take to bed them." "What? You're so disgusting. How could you be playing such a disgusting game? Who owns this avatar called AXY?" Robin frowned, feeling sick after hearing what he said.

Conqueror... A title only meant for people who strive to reclaim the lands from the monsters to humanity. The Conquerors are one of humanity's hope including the adventurers. Conquerors command the people to their glory to reclaim the lands. No Conqueror could have achieved the feat of conquering the lands on their own without an army and no people can achieve conquering the lands even with superior numbers without the lead of a Conqueror. The way to gain the title is by achieving great feats in countless battles and polishing your skills. Harder than being an adventurer could do.

He chuckles, as he wraps the towel around me. “Yes, she is, and her name is Coventina,” I say, beaming at him. “Coventina? Really? Do you know the origin of that name?” He asks, a look of nervousness on his face. “Um, no?” “Coventina is the Goddess of water.” My jaw drops. That’s just a coincidence, right? Like I know Auntie Morrigan’s adoptive name was not a coincidence, she really is the Goddess of War reincarnated.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

Beatrice Wilder, or GWOTOWC, ignores me. I hand over the sheaf of papers with only the first page filled in. Beatrice looks through them, huffs, and stands to her full five-foot height from behind her desk. Her short white hair is a lie, or at least I think it is. Judging by the trickle of energy she releases, she's a shifter of an unknown lesser variety. During my fifty years of visiting the human realm, there have been many changes. This realm is now a melting pot of every paranormal creature imaginable. I'm undecided if that's good or bad. Bottom line... I prefer my own realm, where dragons are lords of land and sky. I'm just old-fashioned that way.

Let's try again," she said. — In Australia and Hawaii, the mentality of the colonizers was that they had discovered new lands. Lands inhabited by creatures that in some respects they resembled human beings, but they were subhuman. Being subhuman, these creatures had no rights. No rights to land or physical integrity. And now she had captured her audience. She glared at them, her expression fierce. "Imagine that tomorrow some race from outer space invades our world and decides we are all an inferior race. Tomorrow, you have no more rights. Your home, your land, all of it will be taken from you. You can be killed. If you are a woman, you can be raped. Several times. Children will be taken away

: Couldn't he have just one night of relaxation without the underworld coming to ruin it? He felt Kree rise and move off to the west. :They gather where the gargoyles slew the Warrior Jamairlo. They draw power from that victory. Vargas uses it to show them that if they can kill an elven Warrior of the Way, then a puny human should be no hindrance to them.: :Puny human?: :Their words, not mine.:

"A Null-Zone? You mean our phase-tech won't work? We'll be fighting a World Council fortress with standard kinetics?" "Worse," I said, my blood running cold as I read the decrypted archives from the Shogun's database. "The Archon is the World Council's supreme manufacturer. It isn't just a city; it's a continent-spanning factory. They build the mechs. They forge the plasma. If we give them enough time, they will mass-produce an army so large they won't need the Genesis Protocol to format the world. They'll just march across it." Dax didn't flinch at the impossible odds. He looked at his new liquid-chrome gauntlet, flexing the fingers once more, feeling the lethal hum of the hyper-accelerated

"Unless you become pregnant soon. Pregnant women can choose to do their duties or just be pregnant." Her eyes were wide as saucers when Alpha Khan mentions becoming pregnant. War could imagine Pomelia's belly full with their young...he could imagine what it would take to get her pregnant. He personally thanks the goddess in his mind that he was going to be able to mate with such a beautiful woman. His eyes slid over to Pomelia and her eyes were as wide as saucers...a look of utter fear on her face. War understood that he was well...a large male but she shouldn't be so afraid of him and thinking about their future. The only thing War worried about would be is that his children not turn out li