Wuxiaworld Desolate Era Novels & Stories

NIKOLAI I SAT IN car with the engine off, watching snow crawl down the windshield in slow, silent streaks. The kind of quiet that made the world feel too still. The kind that reminded you no matter how many men you killed, how many cities you burned, there were still things out there that could bring you to your knees. That thing sat in my coat pocket, burning a hole straight through my chest.

Ding Hao had entered this mysterious space. It was actually a desolate world. It was not sinister, nor was it bloody. It was desolation that penetrated into one's marrow. The surroundings were filled with aimless souls. With the souls wandering about, the place didn't even give off a sinister and terrifying feeling. The only thing that could be felt was complete desolation. The desolate world had become extremely muddy along with this scene. This place seemed like an ancient battlefield, and the aura of blood that was left behind by the passage of time had been condensed here, causing only a few damaged divine halls and some strange levitating objects to remain.

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”

Debris battered her—logs, stones—leaving bruises that bloomed like dark flowers across her ribs and hips. Finally, the current weakened, depositing her onto a gravelly bank lined with twisted, leafless trees. Lyra crawled from the shallows, coughing up water that tasted of earth and blood. Her body trembled, every muscle screaming as she collapsed face-down in the mud. The Dead Lands. She'd heard the pack's elders whisper of this forsaken stretch—barren soil poisoned by ancient curses, where no wolf tread without madness creeping in. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of decay and something sharper, like ozone before a lightning strike.

The black drop drifted silently toward the Celestial Realm. It looked harmless. Small. Almost beautiful. Then it touched one of the floating islands. The island disappeared. Not destroyed. Not broken. Erased. Its cities. Its people. Its history. Everything vanished without leaving behind even a single grain of dust. Magnus tightened his grip on his axe. "What kind of power is that?" Solarius answered with visible pain. "Void Erasure." "The ability to remove existence itself." No one spoke. For the first time since our journey began, victory seemed impossible.

Every soldier on the wall let out a collective gasp of pure horror. Thousands of figures packed the narrow canyon floor. They weren't just the crystal-armored humans from the refugee square. Giant mutated beasts—desert wolves and wild bulls expanded to three times their normal size—surged forward through the mud. Thick purple vines grew directly out of their split spines, interlocking with the black crystalline armor covering their chests and skulls. They moved together in absolute, silent coordination, a massive wave of black stone and glowing purple veins sweeping across the badlands. "My God," Christian whispered, his hands trembling as he checked the magazine on his rifle. "There must be

I am Jaden West, Alpha the of Denari pack. I work along with other powerful packs who have their own respective Alphas. We live in a vast area of wilderness called The Werewolf Territory, and there are three towns. The war between my people and the humans has finally ended, and we have had peace for five years now. But with war, comes casualties. My parents are dead, they died as heroes. They were killed by the leader of the Human Territory during the war, and my older brother who was supposed to be Alpha of my pack disappeared.

Eventually, though the noise faded as we had got so far from each other. Then just before I went into the tent, I heard some voices coming from the cave. I looked over curiously to see what all of the commotions were. What came out were soldiers carrying chests, which seemed to be full of metal. I was sure it was metal as I could hear it all clinking and clanking against each other. There conversation though I could not really understand… “These old Imperium ruins are the best, they have so much wealth…” “How could you say such a thing? They were all impure. Dam dragon bloodlines, they tainted the bodies of such talented people. Making them all heretics. It was lucky we won the holy war, aga

She grabbed me by the collar of my uniform, her claws piercing the fabric, and dragged me out of my office before I could draw my weapon. She threw me onto the elevated iron balcony overlooking the grand atrium. Below us, hundreds of my people…the rich elite, the politicians, the traders who funded my empire—were gathered in a state of absolute, frantic panic, surrounded by a ring of snarling, bloodthirsty wolves. Vex stepped to the railing, her voice booming across the massive space l. "Hear me now!" she roared, her eyes sweeping over the terrified crowd. "The era of the human empath is fucking over! We are done fighting your dirty little border wars for a handful of scraps. Today, we decla

000 Meter Nine other slaves were the same as Ertan, but don't have Berserk mode yet. Xiao Wan gives the order at chat guild, if there is a spy, they can't know the information. "First order, make potion 1, potion 2, and potion 3, health potion, cultivation potion, and longevity potion. Second-order, sell it by auction or normal transaction. Third-order, upgrade all Mortal maids and manager to level 1, to defend them self at our base. Fourth-order, build a wall around our territory. Fifth order, wipe out Curt Sect, but don't kill them."