Novels by Aspirant07

It was the rain that woke Dreygo up. The gentle drops of the rain like small drums on his small hut roof had struck him with nostalgia. His head rang hard as if he had been asleep for years. His knees teetered as he tried to stand from the bed and found himself leaning against the wooden wall. His energy was drained maybe from the long slumber, he thought. He tried to think of something, but he knew that the world he was in was not a memory, nor the past, it was a new world. The feeling of nostalgia had suddenly visited him, escorted with pain, and depression. The reason was vague for the emotion he had experienced. He feared ever digging further into the root of what rumbled inside his stomach, deep in his thoughts something had lingered. He knew only sadness was waiting for him if he ever fathomed the reason. He took gentle strides outside the bedroom, his sole felt cold against the wooden floor. The woodwork was great, greater than he could ever build. The shack was small, and the

“Elaine, start the incantations!” Viriel suggested. “We will triangulate him.” Elaine opened the book of Forbidden Spells. “Dreygo ready your weapon.” “Wait! You said, there is a sacrifice, what is it?” “Do not to worry, Dreygo. Just do your thing. Keep Kragus weak and I will do the rest. Viriel, hold him again with your vines. He had no powers at the moment but we have very little window of opportunity here.” Viriel summoned again the vines, now they were deadly as ever as Anacondas in the deep rivers of Amathon. The pointy sharp tips of the vines like-blades, weaved through Kragus's body. Kragus incinerated them eventually, but it gave a heavy toll on God as his knees trembled right after. “You can all stop what you are doing, and I will reward the three of you. Kings and Queen of realms. You will have power and riches you can never imagine.” Kragus tempted, his words bubbled with blood. “Stop with your lies, Kragus. You are going to die now.” Dreygo said as he stabbed his swor

The Portal Keepers were giants riding with horses twice as large as cattle. They did not speak; their presence spoke for themselves. Their empty rustic helms held no face, only a long mantle of torn cloth that covered their bodies. Skeleton arms were mounted with rustic armor and gauntlets that held their weapons. Kragus was even silenced as their horses set foot on the ground. They stopped neighing and the horses stared at Kragus with a deadly intent and one portal keeper glanced at Dreygo. The harbinger was stunned by their presence as if one move would kill him instantly. He could not read their intentions, their plans, or how they fight, they just stood there as if they were greater than the God in front of them. The Hag finally drowned in her own blood and dropped dead to the ground. Elaine released a heavy sigh after their skirmish of black magic. She won, defeated a Century-old witch but it gave out a large toll on her. Weakly she stood against Viriel but happiness was plastere

“Now, Dreygo. This will be my last offer. Are you going to join me or join your comrades who had died in battle?” Kragus asked. He recovered and a mantle of aura could be sensed from afar. The Seer was beside him, delivering the Ferrum Minus back to God’s hand. “Welcome back, Lord Kragus.” The Seer whispered. “The clock is ticking, Dreygo. What are you going to do? I do not have time to wait all day. There is so much to do.” “Just kill me now, Kragus. I do not want to join with the likes of you. A scum to the realms! You made me what I am today, and you have shared your power. This does not give you the right that you can bend my principles. Kill me, if you don’t, I will kill you.” Dreygo answered. “So, you are determined to keep your decision on taking a God like me, even if it's impossible. Dreygo, I like your persistence. You have come this far and become the most powerful being in Hell, second to me. It is sure that I admired you, even from the start. You are my creation and my

As the Nocturnals and Kragus’ fight pressed on without any form of stoppage, the ground shook hard, an earthquake, so strong and abrupt. It was not because of their fight but something more dubious happening underneath them. The ground cracked and depressed as if they were pulled down to a hollow space underground. Dreygo ran himself to safety to where the cracks stopped. The birds flew everywhere as if the whole mountain was shaken. The fight between the Hell god and the Nocturnals had stopped momentarily. Something burst out from beneath the center of the crater and suddenly, vines sprouted. They grew so fast as if their growth were accelerated a billion times more than normal. The vines became larger as they emerged and crawled towards the air vertically. They intertwined so grotesquely but beautifully; one could not understand the combination of the natural design with less feeble-minded beings lesser than the gods. As it grew almost a kilometer high, the branches sprouted outwar

“I know you’re out there, Dreygo!” Kragus called out. His voice was fierce but calm, but somewhat tired like a man drank too much but could still hold his composure. The Hell God sauntered closer towards where Dreygo was hidden, his sword dragged against the ash ground. Dreygo went out from the shadow of the boulder and made himself visible to his enemy. His beast transformation was still intact, it was a good thing he thought. Now, the only question that flooded his thoughts, can he defeat the weakened Hell God? or was it another Hell God’s misdirection. He had to secure victory for this fight and should give his all, no second chances, otherwise it would mean the end of the three realms. “Well done, Kragus. You have proven yourself the most powerful of all three realms. Then, what’s next? Sit yourself on the throne and turn the realms like hell?” Dreygo responded. “We will cross the bridge when we get there, Dreygo. The offer still stands. Stand by me and you will become a God. I

The large guy fell to the floor like a large slab of carcass together with the unconscious Lyka. Surprised, the smaller guy screamed. His condescending but calm demeanor was replaced by a grimace of hate when he saw his comrade drop to the floor. “Emyl!” A scream escaped his throat. “Do not move, monster!” Lance demanded. “Or I will shoot you next. Surrender quietly and there will be no further bloodshed.” “Ha! Ha! Ha!” The smaller person laughed hard, his eyes weirdly looking at Lance with every intent to devour. “I am not used to hearing those words from a mere human being like yourself. You might be a trained soldier but your abilities do not compare to mine. I am immortal. I am Reagor, son of Chief Vaegon, the hunter of Consolacion Village.” “I don’t care who you are but I am sure that my rifle can split your skull in half!” Lance responded, his aim steadied still on the Rakasha. “Try then. I am also curious about the limits of immortality. I am longing for death and maybe you

Black Wolf Basecamp, Mt. Elberus The breaking of the alarm sounds shook Lance from his sleep. He saw the annoying light from the red digitized bulb situated in the top corner of his room. It was the only light that shone from the dark. A cracking voice from the speakers emerged immediately saying ‘Attention all personnel, this is not a drill. The base is under attack!’ It went over for some time and for only a few seconds, Lance stormed out of the room like ablaze with all his gear on his shoulder and his boots on. All other personnel scurried to the halls and they were all going in one direction, as protocols suggested, to the armory. “Lance, this is what I feared!” Luke tapped at his shoulder. “It was what Lyka just said,” Lance responded as his eyes fell on Kate on the other side of the heaving crowd. Lance never saw before the worry that plastered on the face of the head of Recon. They were all lined up to be provided with weapons. The personnel on the other side of the armory

Black Wolf Basecamp, Mt. Elberus The clock strikes midnight and owls howled loudly consuming the silence of the mountain. The breeze gave shivers to all the Blackwolf operatives guarding the Base camp. Two full-body armored operatives guarding the left side corner tower of the gate. One operative, Raffy, was equipped with a long-range sniper rifle and the other was assigned with the mounted 50 cal. Heavy machine gun. Raffy had been in the Gate for years of Blackwolf service and it had frequently crossed his mind that his purpose was futile, far from the actual military service. "I really hate to be on night shifts. It always gives me the creeps." Raffy started, emphasizing on the ‘really’. He glanced back to his comrade with only a few months in the service. "Yeah. Me too. Not to mention, I am always sleepy especially here on top of the tower." His comrade responded. Raffy, as a senior to his comrade, understood the slackness of operatives assigned in towers. You could get sleepy

Underground facility, Blackwolf Base Camp, Mt. ElberusLt. Lance Davis was dumfounded to hear his wife's name mentioned by the captured Rakasha. He was agitated and was not able to resist, his heart thumping unknowingly. He stepped forward beside Luke and asked, "The Mrs. Davis you mentioned, is it my wife Angela Davis?"The Rakasha adjusted her eyes and rubbed against her left forearm. And her eyes fell to Lance, her face had every hint of surprise. Her mouth hung open, her glistening eyes turned watery.“Lance,” Her voice was faint and close to a sob.“How did you know my name?” Lance took steps further forward, closer to the cell."I can't believe it, you are alive." Lyka's voice suddenly rose. "You were dead, a car crash. Mrs. Davis cried and mourned. I mourned for days. I can't believe it that you are alive.""But how do you know me? How do you know my wife?"“I have been stalking yo

Underground Facility, Base camp, Mt. Elberus "How do you feel?" Lance asked Luke as they descended to the underground facility. "Nervous, I guess." "That is why you brought me with you and not Kate?" "Kate is just too emotional right now. She just wanted to make herself busy with all the overwhelming events that transpired for the past few days." "I think she will be alright." As they reached the end of the elevator, two black-clad operatives approached them and greeted them. "May I have your authorizations, Captain Luke?" The Captain showed his authorization card to the operative. It was provided by Agent Ken as their way into the underground facility. "We need access to the Isolation chamber. We need to interrogate the prisoner." "Right away sir!" The operative replied and then showed them the entrance to the chamber. The operative inputted coded numbers on the keypad located at the side of the secured door. A green light flashed on top of the door and it opened. Lt. Lance f

Castle Rise Hotel, Bower City Loud and intimate moaning reverberates to the walls of the 20th floor Castle Rise penthouse. A naked female figure, slim and curvy, was grinding on top of a naked fat hairy man lying flat on a thick and comfortable bed cushion. Her hair was long and wavy and it naturally fell to her shoulders down to her lower back almost kissing her butt cheeks. The fat naked man, Henry Wallace, was very perspiring and exhausted while his regular hooker mercilessly and ferociously drove on top of him, rubbing her crotch with her legs stretched widely apart against the Secretary's boner. The hooker's both arms were held to a very fancy wooden headboard to leverage strength during her grind. Even with this exhausting activity, the hooker still maintained her freshness, and only slight perspiration trickled down her forehead still maintaining her makeup. Both of the Secretary's hands grasped strongly her B-cup-sized breasts and played with them. The Secretary's mouth was