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Wolf Bloodline

King Einar, the astonishing king of the great and only continent, one day decided to choose a new heir to his kingdom from among his five most precious sons. By giving each of them different duties, King Einar did something unchangeable and unimaginable that day. He gave them an order and not only a task or a quest to accomplish, but he also wanted his sons to accomplish their duty with maturity, with honor, and with pride. But nothing, he wanted to do went in order, just because of his son. The eldest and most powerful brother, "Yores", opposed this situation. He decided that it would be better, if the King gave them a second chance. But everything was chosen, and he found himself another solution to conquer his biggest rival. Lost, against anything that he wanted to win. So he made a deal with the most powerful lineage, "The Apocalypse Lineage," to take the throne. And by obtaining power, he started a rebellion. After Yores took the throne, he ruled the people in such a manner for years, damaged many relationships and made himself the evilest person to ever be seen. But even his reign, came to an end. A wolf descendant, one of the strongest lineage's people, challenged Yores. Jiro, the strongest person among bloodlines. He was so brave, so strong, and so dauntless. He was someone who changed many things. The Battle of Jiro and Yores continued for three days exactly, and their battle, being heard all over the continent, changed the entire world. But the real story to be told was only beginning....

ASW · Fantaisie
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286 Chs

Bloody Hands

After dodging the attack, I ran towards Miron. He used his clever traps to stop me with a spirit attack and threw me in front of a large tree.

The tree shook as I hit it and I turned my head to the top, blowing fire at the branches. As the tree burned, I grabbed the trunk with both arms and pulled it out of the ground.

I swung the tree at Miron. This time, he didn't use his ghost power to escape but tried to protect himself with his arms. I realized that using his ghost power seemed more difficult for him than before.

Miron only used his ghost power when necessary. I knew that in order to win the war, I had to memorize his moves and respond in time. He got up from the concrete stairs he had hit and continued to look at me with aggression in his eyes.