Novel & Cerita Artoria Pendragon Lancer Alter

“Thea, I think... This sword should no longer be called the Dragonslayer.” He looked at Thea, who was seated in a nearby gazebo. “Then what should it be called?” Thea asked, smiling. James walked over and sat down. “The Crucifier's predecessor is the Primordial Sword, which was made by King Quavon. Now, the Primordial Sword and the Dragonslayer have fused. I believe it should be called the Primordial Dragon Blade. Thea laughed and said, “It's a sword. Whatever it's called, it’s the same. It's just a name.”

I dress as properly as possible. Clyde disclosed that he knew Zenith was trying to manipulate him and he was just trying to act the way she wanted and wanted to see what she would do. “Dragons are not so weak, especially a blue Basilisk,” he had said proudly. I could feel it through our newly formed bond and it both overwhelmed and relieved me. I was not sure what to expect since I have heard stories of mates like Vampire and Werewolf, A seer and a werewolf but never a bond with a dragon, well not until I heard about Lativia. However, I think it is not very different from these bonds.

“... I crawled to the riverbank and that's when I saw the arrow in the water, I reached in and pulled it out. In my heart I knew that Lilli had fallen into the water, but there was no sign of her anywhere. That's when I blacked out again and next, I woke here.” “Thank you, Drake, for your honesty, and although I sense you haven’t told me everything, I'm happy with what you have said. In regard to Lance, he was released a couple days ago and is recovering at the castle. I can't do anything to punish Lance for acting the way he did, as I still have a contract with his father to honour.” This is a surprise to me. “But Sire how does that work without the wedding? Surely Dracovia needs to be rule

Apparently Rodrigar has a skill to duplicate his body into several copies, and this dragon is Rodrigar’s duplicated self. Rodrigar shot me a side glance. “It’s Clairmont. I thought I’ve told you before.” I fluttered my eyes a bit. “Clairmont? As in, Clairmont Rodrigar?” Rodrigar nodded. My God. Clairmont Rodrigar, golden eyes with a slight tinge of red, bronze skin, and a dragon. Why didn’t I think about this before? In the novel there’s only one person who holds the name Clairmont Rodrogar, and he is Rodrigar the halberdier of Chaos.

Finally, the battle ended with Elish activating the strongest skill and mortally hurting Ariet. Elish gasping and weak looked at Ariet, who was on his knees. Elish expected to look at a gaze full of range and unwilling to die. Surprisingly didn't have anything like it, just a sad smile and a peaceful gaze in the face of death. "Ariet! Ariet!" the dragon seemed to roar Ariet name for a long time only to receive a calm and full of gratitude look from the strongest Archmage of the world Ariet L'Caster.

Li Min’s gaze grew distant, lost in memory. “Father…” Zhangjian whispered. His heart ached. Not even his own father had spoken a word of this. No, Xiu Jian had concealed the truth not only from his son, but from everyone. Only to Brother Li Min had he entrusted this secret. “As written in the letter, Zhangjian should have learned of his fate upon turning twenty. But… with things as they are, I have no choice but to reveal it sooner,” Li Min confessed weakly. “An Heir must possess both formidable strength and profound inner force to wield the Sacred Dragon Sword. Otherwise, the Heir’s body will collapse beneath its power. Once the blade is unsheathed, its seal shatters. With Zhangjian’s curre

"Elora, we have no more time to waste. I will take care of this pest, used that pegasus and go to the kingdom. Alert everyone that we are still under attack. Also, please take my Tizona sword and bring it here. I cannot win the battle without using that one!" "How pathetic," said Elizer. "Relying on your weapon to win is cowardly to say!" "Shut your fucking mouth, werewolf! My Tizona sword is my key to victory!" replied Prince Arthur while still dodging his enemy's attack. Elora mounted the pegasus but Elizer looked at her. "No you're not leaving this place Amazonian!" he shouted as he gradually shifted to his alpha form. Prince Arthur summoned two Titanoboa and Trex again. However, Elizer s

Drago whispered, “Drawn to me like the wind to the ocean, like wolves, as you said. Do you understand now/” She shook her head, unable to utter a word. “I’d like that,” she smiled, “But I have a few conditions of my own, my dark dragon,” she stood tall, and firm. “And what is it you would want,” He asked, amused by her show of strength. “I don’t want to dress like a genie everyday, I want normal clothes, like the mercenaries wear, and I want to train with them. I think I would love to be one.” “I believe we can arrange that, with Drago’s blessing of course,” Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,”

Lyra’s POV. I wiggled around the chair trying to get off the ropes that bound me with the chair, anger and fear cursing through me as I stared at Xavier's dark deep orbs that exuded venom and the smug smile that spread against his lips. "Why are you doing this, Xavier?" I spat, firing my words at him like bullets. His smile grew wider. "You're just a pawn in a bigger game, Lyra. This is about Sage. Don’t worry princess, I may or may not hurt, so I won’t make any promises”

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.