All Chapters of Hunters: The Prequel: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

Just like how the three Great Races had their own capitals, humans also had their capital. The difference between the two was that humans were so divided that they even fought amongst themselves and didn’t try to band together, mainly because they didn’t know about the Three Great Races. However, the most capable city was undoubtedly their capital. And over the past few years, this capital had been moving, mobilizing men and women and pulling warriors into their ranks. They swallowed cities and towns that Elementals had infiltrated long before they came along, and tried to pool the humans together. It hadn’t reached the level they hoped it would reach by now, but their plans were progressing nicely. This was a city hidden to the ignorant and feared by those who craved power for themselves. This was…The Citadel!The Citadel was a large city. It was much larger than Amalgamation and Intersection combined and multiplied by a factor of ten! One co

Why were the gods so fearful of the 7th Supreme? Why did they fear the boy so much that his parents had to send him away? Why did they leave him stranded on the lonely planet of Zandor? Why did gods of such prestige and power like Ray and Alexis have to resort to such a means? And why did the Olympians and Asgardians – pantheons of great power and authority – have no choice but to stand aside, bidding their time and building up an army for the boy? Why? Why? Why? Why did they have to humble themselves so? To the point where even some of them were against keeping the boy alive for they feared for their lives as well. What could possibly cause one to conceive the thought of killing one of their family?FearFear was the driving force for many of the decisions people made. Just like determination was a powerful driving force, fear was also a powerful driving factor. And fear was the reason why the gods sought the head of the Supreme. There were too

The Norse Gods told of a story; a story of the end of times. They told of a time when their lineage will end; their blood dispersed to the furthest ends of the Universe – the Ragnarok. For millennia they had been trapped under its curse, fated to die by the hands of beings of destruction and be reborn only moments after. It was because of this dastardly curse that they who had been born long before the times of the Origin Divine Artefacts hadn’t mastered the power to go against them. For their constant birth and rebirth left them weak and unimpressive. Yet that curse had been broken by the one called Odin, granting him the title of Allfather. They grew stronger and finally had the power worthy of beings who had been born in the early years of the formative Universe.Ragnarok was known only to the Norse. The other Pantheons had their own trials, and they called them by other names. But they had not faced their trials yet, and they did mock the Asgardians for their fa

The first face that Morgana saw was James’s. His eyes were full of worry and his countenance grim. In his hands was a blood soaked towel and on the bed next to him was a small bowl of hot water which was now reddened with the blood from the towel. Next to James was Grandpa Winks. The Cold Emperor’s eyes were grim as he beheld the broken state of his granddaughter–in–law. His helpless expression quickly brightened up when he saw Morgana’s eyes flutter open. “Are you okay?” James asked hastily once he noticed that Morgana was finally awake. It took a while for Morgana’s senses to return to her, and once it did she understood where exactly the blood was coming from. For her nose and ears were bleeding profusely, as though they had been pierced through by many small needles. And James had made it his sacred duty to keep cleaning her up.Slowly the memories of what she had seen came rushing back to her, and tears fell fr

A man in white robe slowly moved through the misty atmosphere that covered the entirety of the place known as The Deep to Zandorians. In his hand was a spear that shook with the power of lightning, and his robe was lined with several golden writings that formed a protective barrier around him. His green eyes flashed brightly as they tore through the illusions that stood in his way. He was fully alert, for the one he sought was dangerous and crafty. And it was because he was on the alert that he felt the presence of another.“Who is it?” Indra asked with furrowed brows. The aura that approached wasn’t that of darkness, and it wasn’t hidden either. It was intentionally revealed, and that was why Indra felt that this person was no enemy. If not, he would have attacked immediately he felt the aura of this person and would have worried about the consequences of his decisions later.“It is I,” a man wearing a very clean suit appeared befor