Artoria Pendragon Lancer Alter Novels & Stories

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

[Name- Lance Ironwing] Age- 19 Race- Human Title- Northern Marshall {Increase All Stats by 3%} Class- Juggernaut Knight Element- Wind (GRADE 3), Crimson Flame (Grade 2) Level 181 HP:21000 DEF: 7890 ATK: 1290 Mana: 2400 Speed: 57 [Skill: Advanced Greatsword Mastery, Unstoppable Charge, Bane of Evil, Perception, Chain of Judgement, Overlord’s Dominance, Blade Aura, Blade Intent, Undying Commander, Walking Bastion, Royal Contract] The crimson fog thickened with every passing moment, a suffocating blanket that seemed to press down on Lance, stealing his breath, blurring his vision. It was a living thing, a malevolent entity that pulsed with a sinister energy. Fighting in this city was like fig

“Remember it is a skill that improves with practice and mastery. The art of mastery is to practice until your best reflection of your perfection is achieved.” Shaking out of his trance, Dante growled at the memory. He was torturing himself with it, but he stilled remembering the feel of her body pressed against his. The memory also reminded him why he was currently purchasing all these items - a sword, three throwing daggers and arrows, bracers to help with archery and projecting a shield of energy, and a scabbard with a halter. The sword, daggers, and arrows were adorned with sapphires from the Sapphire River.

But just as Lylah leapt over another ridge, her instincts screamed danger. Mid-air, her blue glowing eyes met with a familiar figure mid air, crouched with a long, spine-black iron launcher carved with ancient symbols. It hissed softly, almost alive. A weapon Lylah had never seen before. Bulky, archaic, nothing like the daggers or bows she’d trained against. Its mouth gleamed with violet heat. The male adjusted his grip. It was Rodaric, the brute ex head warrior she had sparred with years ago.

Divine golden radiance emanated from his body, transforming him into an unbeatable godly king. "Hey, you're not that strong," Logan remarked drily, his gaze fixed upward. He hadn't exerted even 1/3 of his full strength, relying solely on his physical prowess. Logan felt a twinge of disappointment, expecting more from the so-called Great Master Pearlo. Unfazed by Logan's words, Pearlo made a hand gesture. Lambini transformed into a breathtaking 10-foot-long greenish radiance. It concentrated into a single sword resembling a laser beam, capable of piercing steel or cleaving a mountain's peak.

“Arric will become the next King.” Anger flared through me, and I almost released my Dragon upon everyone. Bring my attention to Arion, I wanted to rip his head off his body. It shouldn’t have surprised me that he was vying for the position. A triumphant smirk danced across his face. “Sorry brother, but I am worried that you will lead us to our doom. I am only doing what is best for everyone.” Arion stood and began walking around the table. Thankfully at that moment, a shroud of mist spread across the room. Even as a Dragon, they wouldn’t be able to see through the mist. Thankfully, Kellan was on my side and had the one ability that was useful against them.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

Arthur scoffed, then switched his tactic and sent another surge of energy that writhed into a tornado and spun straight toward Leon! "Oh no…" Leon's expression froze on his face. He engaged his Phantom Steps once more, intending to dodge Arthur's attack again. Unfortunately, because he did not take the Dragon Pill, he was only at the Intermediate Emperor State at this time, which was a far cry from Arthur's Advanced Almighty State!

Draco said. "Yes, it looks like Albus's plan is working," said Lycus Lewis. "Can I go now? I want to find Leonard. Can you give me a clue where he is?" Draco asked. “Right now, you are still not strong enough to fight Leonard. After all, we are in Stealth Mode. The dragon shield that Zergenth made won't be opened until you get enough power to fight Leonard," said Lycus Lewis. "But… every second count," Draco said in frustration.

Morgan’s POV I felt Harry’s hands on my shoulders, and I looked up at him. “Patience Alpha”, his voice came through the mind link. I heaved a sigh and sat down. When the Sage saw that I was calm, he began his speech. “Now, the next matter we would table with the council is the matter of your fated mate, which may turn out to be Luna in the near future. He heaved a sigh, “Alora is a hybrid. We saw what happened during her shift. She walked on two legs. Her fur… silver with streaks of blue. That is not natural.”