Novels by Krish

The battlefield trembled as the intelligent Gravemaw, Dustwraith, Terrakin, and Moltstone suddenly ceased their mocking laughter. Their eyes turned, not in fear, but in reverence. From the shadows emerged a figure unlike any they had seen before.It resembled a human, but horns jutted from its head like obsidian spires. In its right hand it held a purple staff, swirling with dark mist. Its aura was suffocating, its presence overwhelming. The being raised the staff, and in a voice that resonated with ancient power, it began to chant an incantation in a tongue older than the abyss itself.Sel’nar (voice trembling, cloak flickering):“No… that tongue… that incantation… it should have been buried in the abyssal core. Forgotten. Forbidden. Yet he speaks it. He wields it against us.”Jiho (gripping the Sword of Nullborne):“Sel’nar, what does it mean? What curse is this?”Sel’nar (eyes wide, cloak spiraling violently):“It is torture. Not of flesh, but of soul. It breaks the spirit, rends t

Prince Dragonette carried the four books from Celia’s hidden chamber. Each was destined for a different hand: one for Shasha, one for the Crown Prince, one for the King, and one for himself.He entered Shasha’s chamber, the book glowing faintly in his hand. Shasha looked up, her eyes sharp, her aura flickering with flame.Prince Dragonette (voice steady):“Mother left this for you. It is yours to read.”Shasha’s eyes widened. She took the book, her hands trembling. The lock shimmered, reacting to her aura. The pages opened, glowing faintly.Shasha’s breath caught as she read her mother’s handwriting. The words pulsed with warmth, each line heavy with emotion.Celia’s Writing:“My daughter… forgive me. Forgive your mother for missing your childhood. I was burdened, torn by prophecy and curse. Yet I was so happy to see how strong you became. You enhanced the flames you were born with, you carried them with pride. Out of a thousand Shasha I saw with my oracle magic, only ten survived. An

Prince dragonnette argued that he doesn't have the authority nor power to make the our nation agree let alone neighbouring nations.... prince dragonnette thinks and suddenly thought of an idea of someone else who has the authority to inform Prince Dragonette stood before the locked chamber of the Crown Prince, his fists clenched. The door had remained shut for years, the Crown Prince refusing to emerge.Prince Dragonette (inner monologue, frustrated):“Father tasked me to warn the nation… but I lack the authority. The nobles sneer, the people doubt. Only the Crown Prince holds sway. Yet he hides, locked away, drowning in silence. How can I move forward if he refuses to act?”He pressed his hand against the door, his aura flaring.Prince Dragonette (angrily):“Brother! Open this door! Dragonkind faces doom, and you sulk in shadows? Enough!”He prepared to burst the door open when faint voices drifted from the corridor behind him. He froze, listening.Two maids whispered near the corne

Shasha’s eyes narrowed, her fury crystallizing into focus. She raised her blades, her aura expanding. She invoked her engineering magic, weaving mana threads into a colossal construct. Flames spiraled, circuits glowed, and a massive form emerged around her.A Dragon Soul—a towering spectral dragon forged of fire and engineering magic—rose behind her, its eyes blazing, its body shimmering like molten steel. It wrapped around her, shielding her, amplifying her power.Shasha (voice echoing through the construct):“Brother… you froze me once. But now… I am flame incarnate. This is my Dragon Soul. My fortress. My weapon. My destiny.”The dragon roared, its flames scorching the corridor, its presence overwhelming.Prince Dragonette (eyes narrowing, voice steady):“You’ve created a soul construct… like mother’s obsidian armour, but forged in flame. Impressive. But tell me, Shasha… is it strength, or desperation?”Shasha (furious):“It is power! The power to surpass you, to claim the throne,

The gates of Dragonette Territory opened with a hiss of steam and mana. Towers of rotating gears and floating conduits lined the skyline, each structure humming with engineering magic—the lifeblood of the dragonnette race.Duke Dragonette stepped through, his cloak trailing sparks. Beside him walked Unar, his son, his soul fractured but his aura still pulsing with brilliance.Unar (quietly): “It feels different. Like the territory’s watching me.”Duke Dragonette (sternly): “They are, because dragonette territory is a place where everything created with engeneering magic a common magic that every dragonnette has.... some become special officer by their merit or evolved engeneering magic which inherit element's power .... But royality has a different set of engineering magic that make them genius You mastered Soul Magic: ASSEMBLE .before your wings fully formed. That kind of genius unsettles even kings.”Unar’s eyes flickered with unease.Unar: “I didn’t ask to be a prodigy.”Duke D

The Arcane Dragon’s breath caught.Arcane Dragon: “which hero did You summoned?”Rune Soul of Silence: “The one who wielded summoning magic. The one who had escaped the destruction. He came. Not for revenge. But for me.”The fog pulsed with sorrow. The Arcane Dragon stepped forward.Arcane Dragon: “What happened?”She closed her eyes.Rune Soul of Silence: “He fought beside me. His summons tore through the void. Beasts of memory. Spirits of flame. Echoes of forgotten gods.”The fog shimmered, showing the hero—his eyes glowing, his aura fractured, his summons roaring across space.Rune Soul of Silence: “But the Darkness was vast. Endless. And in the final moment… he sacrificed himself.”She touched her chest.Rune Soul of Silence: “He transferred his power to me. His soul. His silence. And with it… I struck.”The fog exploded in light—Darkness recoiling, retreating, vanishing into the void.Rune Soul of Silence (softly): “And then… I descended. Not as a knight. Not as a princess. But a