John Williams
Stories
9
Chapters
3,072
Words
1.2 M
Comments
0
Reading
4 d, 2 h
-
Everyone turned to see the newcomer, who had seemingly appeared in the Imperial Frost Court out of thin air. He was a ridiculously beautiful man with eyes whose beauty could be compared to the moon and hair that shimmered like ice under the light. He was dressed in all-white, and his presence was commanding yet calming at the same time as if the calm before the storm. The officials and ministers bowed deeply, recognizing the man as the Grand Patriarch of the Imperial Frost Clan, Magnus's father. He…-
143 •
-
-
Such a soul plate was deemed an ill omen, and no one in the past who had possessed one had been permitted to remain in the capital planet of the Sun Moon Empire, much less maintain such a critical position as the Crown Prince in the court of an imperial clan. Leading the impeachment were two well-respected members of the clan, Alistair and Andrew. Alistair was the Minister of Defense, responsible for overseeing the clan's personnel and ensuring everyone's safety within the land of the frost clan.…
-
143 •
-
-
Evan's eyes remained riveted to the semi-transparent screen, unwilling to tear his gaze away for even a moment. Suddenly, the screen flickered to life, and more words materialized before him. The letters appeared to hover weightlessly in the air, almost as if they were alive and calling out to him. His heart began to race with excitement as he read the new message. The power was called Voidblade. It granted him the ability to imbue his sword with a void-like space for an entire minute. Every attack…
-
143 •
-
-
After bidding farewell to Magnus and Lirian, Evan found himself alone in his room with his newly acquired gifts. Without wasting any time, he set them aside and retrieved his control-type soul plate, inspecting it. To his astonishment, Evan discovered that his soul plate was different from the one he had seen in his vision. It allowed him to control "Skills" instead of soul energy, a far more advantageous trait for him. With this soul plate, he could manipulate anything he created with his…
-
143 •
-
-
Princess Isabella, no less stunning than her mother, wore her vibrant red hair in a tidy bun that accentuated her delicate features. Her dress was also lavishly adorned with intricate designs, an exquisite reflection of her elegance and charm. Her smile, like a ray of sunshine, amplified the tranquility of their surroundings. Seated at a table bedecked with the finest silverware and tableware, Lady Eleanor and Princess Isabella were indulging in a luxuriant blend of tea imbued with both fragrance and…
-
143 •
-
-
The crowd let out a soft murmur of disbelief, like a wave gently lapping against the shore. Then, someone spoke up, their voice laced with skepticism. "White light? Doesn't it represent...that?" Their words hung in the air, heavy with meaning and unspoken implications, like a dark cloud threatening to burst. However, before anyone could dwell on the thought, another voice cut in firmly, shooting down the idea. "No! We must be mistaken! How could His Highness, with his unparalleled 13 soul pockets and…
-
143 •
-
-
Despite this, the ceremony that was meant to favor the cultivators with the frost bloodline had worked in Mathew's favor, piquing Lady Rosaline's curiosity. Why had the Moon Goddess bestowed such favor upon him? What was her intention? These were the questions that plagued Lady Rosaline's mind as she mulled over the enigma that was Mathew. Lady Rosaline paused for a pregnant moment, taking the time to quell the ripples of concern in her heart. "However," she continued, "I must warn you, Mathew. You…
-
143 •
-
-
Garrick's mouth floundered, his words catching in his throat as he attempted to beg for mercy. The weight of his father's words was like a boulder pressing on him, crushing him under its weight. He had thought that he could rely on his father's connection to stay on the capital planet, but the cruel reality was that his father was not going to grant him that luxury. His father's cold eyes bored into him, and Garrick felt like he was drowning in their icy depths. "B-but-" The plea that Garrick tried…
-
143 •
-
-
His blood boiled with a seething rage, and he couldn't contain himself any longer. With a wild cry, he launched himself forward, his fist balled up in a tight knot of anger. But just as he was about to strike, something strange happened - it was as if an invisible force had seized his arm and held it back, preventing him from delivering the blow he so desperately wanted. What followed after was pin-drop silence. Suddenly, a booming voice shattered the tense silence that had fallen over the shrine. It…
-
143 •
-
-
Jack was one of the lucky few to have his soul plate stirred from its slumber during the awakening ritual, transforming him into an awakened soul cultivator. However, as with most things in life, luck wasn't evenly distributed among the participants. Equality was an elusive concept when it came to these matters, a shimmering mirage in the distance that never quite materialized in reality. Garrick, unfortunately, was one of the less fortunate souls who couldn't rouse his soul plate even with the…
-
143 •
-
- Previous 1 … 18 19 20 … 308 Next