Novels by bfbwn45

The pitch-black beam struck Jones.In the next instant, darkness swallowed him whole. Black light wrapped around his body, sealing him inside a void where nothing else existed.—Within the illusion.The trial of the second Dragonblood Awakening was nearing its end. Jones now faced the final ordeal—Gluttony, one of the Seven Deadly Sins.Before him stretched an impossibly long dining table, so vast that its end could not be seen. Countless delicacies covered its surface: sea urchin, prime cuts of steak, bluefin tuna, lobster—every imaginable luxury, each one enough to awaken instinctive desire.Jones was starving.It felt as though he had gone centuries without food. The accumulated hunger was maddening, almost enough to drive him insane.His stomach churned violently as digestive acids flooded it, the burning pain forcing him to grit his teeth and gasp for breath. Beads of sweat dotted his brow.And yet—Jones was smiling.Because he was certain he could endure this trial.He was abou

The Devil Archduke’s projection raised a finger. At its tip, a sphere of pitch-black light condensed, ready to be hurled at Jones.There was no doubt about it—if that orb struck him, Jones would die.And if Jones died, everyone present would become a feast for the vampires.“Fuck! A devil? Grab your guns—kill it!” the sheriff was the first to react. He snatched up his rifle. Feeling the cold, rough steel against his palms, he broke into a grin—the shadow of fear that had clouded his heart vanished in an instant.What replaced it was fearlessness. Courage—the courage to defy a devil born of legend.“Old buddy, I’m counting on you this time,” the sheriff muttered, loading the magazine.Spurred on by him, the stifling despair that hung over the field was swept away. The survivors clenched their weapons and opened fire on the devil’s towering projection, even as their legs trembled at the mere sight of its colossal form.The night remained thick and dark, yet the thunder of gunfire and th

Pain.Pain so absolute that Jones could no longer think clearly.Sweat born of agony evaporated the instant it surfaced, turning into white vapor under the searing flames. When he finally endured this first wave of torment, the next trial followed immediately—Greed.Jones found himself pulled into an illusion.Treasures beyond measure appeared before him, born from the Sin of Greed—gold, silver, jewels piled high. All it would take was the slightest reach of his hand, and they would all be his.An irresistible impulse surged from deep within his soul. A voice echoed in his mind:Take them. Take all of it.This was the greed etched into a dragon’s very nature, magnified to its peak during the second awakening. The boundless desire drove Jones to raise his hand toward the treasure.And the moment he touched it—He would be consumed by greed.The awakening would fail.He would die.“Stop!”Jones forced every ounce of his will against the desire, halting the hand he had just lifted. The

This was a true crisis.Jones had already been gravely injured in his battle with Caesar. Beneath his collapsed chest lay shattered ribs and damaged, ruptured organs.And now, standing before him, was the entire vampire clan, mobilized in full force—among them elders who had survived for over a thousand years.“I never thought I’d end up fighting side by side with these bloodthirsty, filthy werewolves…”The police chief spat, the saliva mixed with blood splattering onto the ground. The dark streaks refused to fade, much like the blood debt between humans and werewolves—inevitable, irreconcilable.“Arrogant human,” the werewolf elder sneered, forcing the bleeding from his severed arm to stop.“You should be grateful the vampires showed themselves—and that this Dragonborn lord stepped in. Otherwise… you’d already be a pile of pulp in our stomachs.”He led his remaining kin to the front lines.“Your human bodies are too fragile. Stay in the rear and provide cover fire with your guns. The

2:00 a.m.Blood soaked the entire street.The Blackblood Tribe’s werewolves had descended into absolute madness, launching indiscriminate attacks against every human in sight.Their king—their revered leader, Caesar—was dead.Caesar had fallen by human hands, slain in a despicable conspiracy. That was the intelligence delivered by that repulsive vampire.And Caesar’s final wish had been clear:Kill every human who betrayed their promise.So they sought revenge.Even if it meant sacrificing the entire tribe, humanity would not be allowed to walk away unscathed.For the first time, the citizens and police of the City of Water tasted the malice of an ancient age—the terror their ancestors had once faced.“Fire! Open fire! Kill these beasts!”The soldier at the front of the formation roared in fury, eyes bloodshot after watching his friend torn apart and devoured by a werewolf.Rifle fire thundered for a full minute.The towering, muscular werewolf was riddled with bullets, its body perfo

In the brightly lit government hall, clerks hurried back and forth in constant motion. Though it was already deep into the night, the noise and bustle here were even louder than the city’s streets during the day.The attack on the City of Water by the dark races had caught almost everyone off guard. The entire administrative system was, in effect, paralyzed.Doing everything possible—giving every ounce of effort—to protect the City of Water had become the shared dream of everyone present.From the very moment Jones stepped inside, countless eyes locked onto him.The young man’s golden pupils, his calm yet lethal features, and those eyes that seemed tranquil on the surface but concealed vast ambition—nearly everyone found themselves drawn in.Men and women alike felt an intense curiosity about his arrival.“Who is this big shot?” someone couldn’t help but whisper.“He’s so handsome—young, yet with a strange sense of world-weariness that contradicts his age. A talent like this… I have t