Wuxiaworld Desolate Era Novels & Stories

Goyre rose above the ground as a large sword, shaped by the heavy wind and came from her body took shape and turned until its shape point was facing Phoenix. The phoenix above Phoenix screeched loud and long and put its wings around Phoenix and Basten as the sword came flying at them. The power resonating from both Phoenix and Goyre was so powerful that 1/4th of Eyrotia shook, crumbled and burst in flames. People of Eyrotia tried fruitlessly to hide from the intensity of their powers. Many bodies were charred and destroyed before they could escape. Merea ran back from the field and headed to the castle where she pulled Jumi aside. “Go now. Your father is helpless and weak, this is the time t

Then came the day when even that tree began to wither. At the gates of the Nether Abyss, demonic qi roared like a storm breaking loose from the underworld. The sky above churned crimson and black, lightning streaking across the clouds as if heaven itself refused to look upon what was happening. “Cian Xia…” Wun Lan’s voice was hoarse, strained from holding back the tide of demons clawing at the fractured gate. Blood stained the corner of his lips, his spiritual energy burning from overexertion. Yet his arms were steady as he cradled Cian Xia close, with his left hand.

"Oh yah. He won't be capturing and selling people anymore, don't worry about that." "Good. Anyways. She shows up, the seller tells me she killed 5 of his men after them trying to capture her for 2 months. An impressive feat in itself. She's calm, collected, and by the time she gets to my room she starts losing control of her emotions or something and weird stuff starts happening. Her nails inbedd in my desk, I tell her wolves are alive and she burns a hole in her dress? Come on Kian. This isn't weird to you at all?" I hear somebody sighing, and steps pacing the house.

Looking around cautiously WanKe picks up few stones from the ground which is coated by snow, she reaches up to the wall hanging onto it she throws the stones harder hitting on the wall making noise. WanKe sneaked out of the house after ChengLi left as he didn't allow her to leave without him , she put an act like being in deep slumber and it was successful according to her plan. Everything in her mind right now is to destroy Lord Wen in her own hands.

Chapter: 22 ****** Azazel's voice trembled with determination as the heavy weight of his decision settled upon him. He knew that this battle fought against his own flesh and blood, would shape the very destiny of their world. There could be no turning back now. The battlefield was a desolate wasteland where darkness and despair reigned. The once lush and vibrant landscape had been marred by the violence of countless battles. The air crackled with tension, and an unnerving stillness hung heavy in the air. A single figure stood at the far end of the desolate clearing, arms crossed over his chest. The man's eyes were cold, but they shone like twin stars in the night. His lips curled into a snee

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

Placing the jug on the kitchen platform she cautiously approached the living area but her steps halted when she witnessed a shirtless Darian wandering around, engaged in a phone call, a glass of whiskey in hand and to add to the surprise, her little kitty was perched on his shoulder. The rhythmic flex of his muscles, accentuated with each move or whenever he slipped the whiskey, left her parched. Resisting the tempation she averted her gaze when Darian unexpectedly caught her eye, forcing her to hastily regain composure.

They sensed what lay ahead—the old death, the ancient curse, and the awakening dark. Aria dismounted and pressed her hand against her mount’s snout. “Stay. If we don’t return by dusk, run west. Don’t look back.” The wolf growled low, reluctant, but obeyed. Then the group advanced. --- Eldralen: City of Dust and Bone The ruins revealed themselves slowly, like a corpse rising from its grave. Broken spires jutted from the earth at jagged angles. Stone buildings stood partially collapsed, overgrown with black vines and moss that whispered in the wind. Every surface was etched with time and war.

The once-proud armies of the Order, those who had stood as the last bastion of darkness in the world, were now scattered across the battlefield, fallen like shattered fragments of a dream long since corrupted. Veyra stood at the center of it all, the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders as she surveyed the devastation. The ground beneath her feet was scarred, the earth itself torn apart by the battles fought and won. The stench of death clung to the air, mixing with the faint scent of burnt wood and the faint remnants of magic that still lingered like the last whispers of the Wyrm's dying breath.

Low murmurs ripple through the hall like a rising storm, the weight of unspoken judgments pressing against my chest. The elders, draped in ceremonial robes, move toward the central platform with the solemn grace of those who have seen centuries of bloodshed and hard-won victories. Their faces, etched with wisdom and battle scars, remain unreadable as they take their places. In the middle of a circle of wolves, a frail, trembling figure curls inward, barely clothed, her skin too pale against the flickering torchlight. A vampire—small, human-like, and fragile-looking—yet undeniably dangerous.