Antares Danmachi Novels & Stories

“Since you are so great, why don’t we have a spar” Mane wanted to spar with Dan? Over the past few weeks, they had sparred a few times. Every time they fought, it was with a handicap. Dan only fought with one arm. He always fought with only his left arm, and never used his right arm or his legs. Mane who knew that Dan was right-handed, was very much aware of the fact that Dan had never fought seriously. It served to reinforce his belief that Dan was a First Generation Mystic Path Warrior who survived the battle against the Winged Serpent. His reasoning was simple.

Like an unforgettable habit, the Old Mercator went out talking with the chief of the Antareses. He begins by talking about how he is dealing now with a small company in which he couldn’t deny that he had a lot of frustrations in it too. His company, Ferdinand Antares, chuckles at having the same experience as his. “I also dealt with one but it's another story on how my war got done with them.” He stopped right there without any intention to say more about that company.

58 | T W O S T R O N G M Y S T I C A L W E A P O N S F O R D A M I E N ' S T W O S T R O N G E S T S H A D O W A R M Y *** Damien just wanted to go to the place Ansel reported earlier. But just as Damien had just stepped foot in, one of the hundreds of mystical weapons in the room he was in gave off an extremely powerful aura, many times stronger than the hundreds of other weapons.

There is a wide grin on her face as she looks between us. My eyebrow quirks up. "Uh, I think we might need an explanation for that one," I say slowly, glancing over to see Daniel just as confused. "Hybrids are more powerful than normal angels, right? So, we break them out of rehab and have them help us take down the Council!" Daniel lets out an incredulous snort. "Are you insane? Do you remember how high security was there?" "Yes, but I have also seen the strength of your pack. Plus, Ana is probably one of the most powerful angels in the world now that she's got her wings back.

She stood proudly again and said, looking at me with her miserable appearance and thin body, "I am Jenny Anderson, daughter of Alpha Anderson from the Golden Sun Pack, and I reject you, Alpha Dragon." I smiled mockingly. Does she think that by rejecting me, I would accept her even if she were my mate? Alpha Dragon is never rejected, no matter what happens. So I shouted, "I am Alpha Dragon from the Blue Moon Pack, and I reject you, Jenny." Yes, I rejected her, but she won't go away. She will just be a whore I use for my pleasure, even if it means burning her entire pack to have her.

My eyes felt different, redder. They panicked, not moving from their seats but staring in horror. The demon crawled up in my skin and in seconds, I was standing at the second to the right end of the table. My hand rested on the blonde man, the shadow rising with my body. He shook, and I spoke. “Andre. Why did you do it?” Andre gulped, his voice trembling. “Alpha, I…” I didn't let him finish and present claws into his skin. He groaned and pushed himself away, his wolf taking his form and he lunged.

They're only interested in the riches they're going to get and the fuck they can give. I've been prowling around the pack for several days and crossed the borders several times, but I can't get close enough to finding the future Luna. I want to see this boy before I kill him. When I went beyond the border today and because I was thirsty, I approached the river, being uncovered. I didn't expect to see a pup crying, naked, by the riverside. When he looked at me, I knew who he was. It felt like Mary was there looking at me. I quickly formed a lie and exchanged a few words with the kid. He told me his name was Angel and that the whole pack hated him because he rejected his mate. Too bad, when I

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

Or you could say, they use the Monte Carlo dress code. "Oh, they're from Scandinavia." Antares said, and he grabbed Naomi. "She's the princess, Marie Anne Jane." Hearing his words, Naomi looked at Antares with disapproval. "And that is her personal bodyguard." Right now, he pointed at Bobae. "And you, sir?" "I'm Lee Yeo Hwa," Antares said with a smile. As for me, I can only exhale. What lies will the Mafia make?