Keriv136

"Gods? Magic? Fantasy? Nonsense."

An-Namrud never cared for any of those things. All that mattered was his work. The Tower of Babel. 

This would prove it to everyone... that gods do not exist.

Until one day, it all came crashing down. His world destroyed, and his soul trapped in a never ending cycle of reincarnation.

After countless cycles, he finally escaped with only the thoughts of revenge against those who had cursed him with this fate.

Been away for a long time, but I am trying to make a come back to writing. Please be patient and continue to support me as I start writing again. I will try to update at least 1 chapter a week for now with more if I can.

Empire of Souls

She knew very well the dragon wouldn't leave, not with its children now in danger. They were still gliding not far from where they were, watching the battle gleefully. However, once Aleks released his aura, the two dragons were caught unaware and fell fast to the ground. They weren't weak, it was just that Aleks was too strong and had caught them by surprise. Nonetheless, if Aleks truly wanted to, he could kill them easily while they were down.


The Dragon King was fully aware of this after getting a taste of Aleks's menacing aura. He knew very well that this was the aura of one like him, a Demigod.


"Who are you? No, you don't need to answer that. You are the one who defeated the Ancestral Spirits of the Orc tribes, aren't you?"


Dragon King (4)