World Conqueror Novels & Stories

However, there were many scars on his arms, and they reminded me that regardless of how at ease Ren acted when he was with me, the man before me is one of the most notorious conquerors of our time. I didn’t know how many empires rose and fell at his hands… “What are you thinking about? You’ve gone silent on me again…” Ren asked in a whisper, his eyes still closed. “I…was just thinking that the battlefield is a very dangerous place…” I replied softly, while trying to keep my eyes away from his scars.

A man whom Alex greeted as Marco, met us and led us down a dark damp corridor, the air was thick with the smell of decay and something else… something unsettling. Then I saw him. A figure clad in black, leaning against a wall in the shadows. He was impossibly tall, with a face that could have been sculpted by a Renaissance master, marred only by a permanent intimidating scowl. Dante Giordano of the legends. He exuded raw power, an aura of danger that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He gave me a disdainful glance before turning to Alex, his expression a silent, ‘Who the hell is this?’

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

He roared quite confident of himself A harsh smile played upon her lips, her sweetness replaced by something venomous and twisted "Very well!" she said "paplotësimi i kontratës më detyron pretendimin e tij" Ven roared charging at her, only to find himself sprawled across the floor, clutching his chest in pain, he let out an obscene scream as something deep and ancient marked him, drawing out a piece of his tattered sould and binding it to the goddess's will. When the pain finally stopped, he looked down to find the the word Bound etched in ancient greek across his chest.

The werewolf god destroyers, monstrous creatures of immense power and unyielding ferocity, had descended upon the peaceful Water Nation, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. News of the attack had reached Conard with the swiftness of a winter gale, shattering the tranquility of his secluded retreat. He had poured years of his life into hiding a secret weapon, the alpheno, a werewolf capable of harnessing the power of the water and turning the tide against any invader. But before he could fully realize its potential, the alpheno had been seized by the werewolf god destroyers, leaving the Water Nation vulnerable and defenseless.

"No, she's my cousin. I'm Mace Leo Viesty Cabera now, my mother and her father are siblings." Eleonna nodded in understanding. "This designer knife is very beautiful." she commented absentmindedly. Mace hummed in agreement. "All of these weapons are the member's collection, but most of them are our's. No one's allowed to see this place except for the members and you're one of us now since Audella recruited you." Eleonna put the weapon back as she remembered something that she wanted to ask earlier. "You are the leader of this team, right?" he nodded "How come you let Audella make the decision of me joining?"

The three of them, along with other knights, are on their way back to Locrottum's main city. August Frederick is the Emperor and ruler of the Locrottum Empire, which is the largest and wealthiest in all of Samorah. He is also well-known for his outstanding leadership, devotion to his people, and ability to keep peace with the other three empires in Samorah. August Frederick may appear intimidating since he always wears a serious expression on his face, yet his attractive features and face still stand out. People in his empire respected his love and devotion to the Empress, as well as his devotion to the empire.

I raised an eyebrow, piercing my stare at her. "His code name's Pierre. We don't know what his real name is. His background and everything about his life is basically invisible, and only a few personnel saw him in person. Well, in Boss' den, he walks freely, but anyone who dares to disclose any information about him, as much as spreading his photos, dies before even doing it. "Don't stare at me like that, Marc." I felt my heart racing its beats. Marc has no reason to lie, and it is not in his personality to joke. He's spitting facts, and I refuse to absorb the fact that I just fell into a doomed situation.

"It's either we make it out alive or we die here," Matthew muttered, drawing out his weapon. I looked at him in shock, but he was right in some way. This was a win-lose situation. Either we fight and make it out alive, or we die here, how would we kill Lucifer? I thought. The demons surrounded us, and they were even stronger than the ones we fought outside the demon world. We fought relentlessly, trying to break free from them but they were too many.

His chest began to glow a bright blue, and the wound on his shoulder began to heal right before Nelly's eyes. Nelly was in disbelief. She had known that Luthan was a powerful werewolf, and had seen him display many of hisincredible powers, but she had never knew he had such powers before. The ability to heal. She watched in amazement as blooded stopped dripping out and the wound on his side closed, leaving only a faint scar in its place. Luthan opened his eyes and smiled at her. "You see," he said, "I am and I would still be okay." He reached down and touched the scar on his side, then looked up at Nelly with a grateful smile.