Novels by Krish

Veyr (stepping forward): “I’m not here to be welcome. I’m here to retrieve the child of anamoly.” Noir (smiling): “Well done, Echo. You used the Rift not to escape—but to rewrite. Aeonyr will feel that.” The swamp begins to shift. The grave stone crumbles. A bridge of bone rises, leading deeper into Chaos Territory—toward the prison of the child and the gathering of the Lunox Knights. Veyr (quietly): “Let’s finish this.” Noir (voice low): “Then walk with me, Riftbearer. The edge of Chaos Territory’s darkest region. The sky is a bruised canvas of swirling void. The air tastes like rust and ash. Veyr—the Veyr—walks carrying Noir, the fragment of the Null God. Behind them, the rescued ogre children follow, one of them guiding the way. Ogre Child (pointing ahead, voice trembling): “It’s just beyond the ridge. The place where the sky cracked. That’s where they were born.” Veyr (eyes narrowed): “Born? You mean summoned.” Noir (softly): “Or forged. Chaos does not birth—it rea

[in an Wide shot] A colossal chamber with an 8 seat with all titans present . At its center sits Gorgen, the Titan Sovereign, his throne pulsing with ancient runes. His eyes glow faintly with oracle light.Gorgen (deep, commanding):“Summon the Golem Titan .”[Scene Cut to] The Golem Titan enters, his body a fusion of bark, stone, and living crystal. He kneels before Gorgen.Gorgen:“why were your grandchildren absent in The Coming of Age ceremony—?”Golem Titan (somber):“They were present, my lord. But the altar did not respond. All others have awakened. Only my bloodline remains untouched.”[Close-up] Gorgen’s eyes flash. A vision floods his mind—Null God fragments, summoned by a unknown titan. His oracle skill pulses.Gorgen (to himself):“Could it be… the altar waits for them?”[He stands]“Summon them. All eight. Let my altar decide.”Five grandsons and three granddaughters enter the chamber. Each carries a unique aura—some hesitant, some proud, some quietly burning.Gorgen (ad

The Colosseum trembled.Not from roars. Not from stomps. But from the raw, vibrating silence that followed Olka’s knight defeat and his surrender .His cracked gauntlet dripped blood onto the marble arena. His eyes—red as burning coals—locked onto Jena, who stood tall, calm, and blazing with soul light.Olka: (growling) You shame me. You shame the flame.Jena: (steady) I honored it. I fought with truth. You fought with rage.Olka: Silence! I refuse to deliver the Crystal Nest to a cursed girl wielding twin soul.From the Rune Throne above, the Second Prince stood. His expression was calm, but his voice sliced like a blade wrapped in silkSecond Prince: The Nest was promised. The oath was etched into drake's honour. You break it because you were broken by a child.Olka: Don’t lecture me, half-breed. You wear your impurity like silk, hoping it’ll pass as strength. A Feydragon and Drake? That’s not heritage — that’s heresy.Murmurs rippled. The council flinched. Even the Colosseum’s anci

Olka: (tone dry and dismissive) So. The Crystal Brood sends ghosts now… dragging relics and old words into my court. I won’t honor oaths forged by fools who whispered promises in times of glory Vel’Seran: (stepping forward, voice tight with restraint) Those “fools” saved your territory during the Fangsun Wars. My elder gave Kaelor a second breath when your wings failed.Olka: (growls softly) Kaelor is dead. His debts died with him. I owe you nothing.Vel’Seran’s grip tightened on the egg as its glow fluttered—erratic, scared. Jena stepped in, her voice steely.Jena: The Crystal Nest is essential. That egg carries the last spark of their bloodline. It’s more than legacy—it’s hope. Without the nest, it may die before it even lives.Olka: (leans forward, smirking) Then let it. Weak flames don’t deserve wind.Jena: (ice cutting through her tone) How dare you mock extinction.Olka: Extinction comes to those who forget how to fight. Drakes endure by strength—not sentiment.Something snappe

Jena begins her journey as she waved goodbye to djurn and to his brother . As she made her journey she age abnormally to an age of 13 It didn't take long her to face a sandstorm that howled like a wrathful god as Jena pressed forward, her cloak flaring behind her like a banner of defiance. The Huberian Desert was merciless — each gust sharper than knives, each roar louder than thunder. But through the chaos, she sensed a presence: a figure standing motionless, wrapped in crystal spikes She formed a shield of pure energy, a radiant cocoon that shimmered like frost against fire. As the storm eased, she saw him clearly — a man cloaked in a crystal silk, his gaze ancient, sorrowful. "You’re not human," she murmured, voice low but firm. "No longer in this form," he said. "I am Vel’Seran, born of the Crystal Brood. This form… it is my desperate choice. Survival demands compromise." His hands, claw-tipped and trembling, revealed an egg cradled in woven crystal mesh. Pale blue vein

First Statue (Virtue - Quartz) continued: “I am Lumeran, sculpted of light and purpose I was once cast in light, born of the First mage’s noble spark. He, who gave humankind the gift of illumination. He, who parted storms with his voice, and turned ignorance into wonder. He was hope incarnate…”. The First mage carried hope—he gave humans magic so they may rise without gods. He believed even shadows could bloom into day. The statue’s glow dims slightly, a shadow creeping through the veins of quartz. “…But his virtue was devoured by his own sin.” For all his light, he bore pride—the belief that only his magic was pure. He scorned those who merged bloodlines or dared use water or will.”his sin increase as once prised for the blessings of light was faded into darkness Lumeran: “At first, pride was a flicker—subtle. He saw his magic elevate cities, cure diseases, ignite crops beneath barren suns. And he thought: No other art is worthy. The Second mages’s water magic was calle