Asura Light Novels & Stories

Condition: Healthy (Mischievous) Skills: Seismic Sense (Passive), Keen Senses (Passive), Earth Control, Earth Armor HP: 4800 MP: 4000 Attack: 120 Intelligence: 80 Constitution: 400 Defense: 250 Agility: 40 The stats were showed that Asura was going the route of a tank, similarly to his minotaur Tank. As for the reason why Asura was able to level up that quickly, what Kirou didn't know was that with the update of Immortal Era's server, the system had granted a buff to the number of experience points both players and their pets would receive for a period of time. Since he was not interested in leveling up quickly like all the other players in the game, Kirou never noticed that there was curren

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

Elena pushed the door open. Liora sat on the edge of her bed, still in the light armor she had worn in the arena. Her nose was swollen, crusted with dried blood, one eye already purpling. She looked up as Elena entered, expression hollow. “Close the door,” Elena said. Liora obeyed without speaking. Elena crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment neither woman spoke. “They’re calling her the Luna of Ashes,” Liora said at last, voice flat. “They’re saying she’s… something ancient. Something we can’t fight.”

His mouth is hungry and his kisses are wet as he walks backward, then forward, leading us into the room. Azael sits on the edge of the bed, with me on top, and pulls a few inches away from my mouth, leaving me wanting more. Now it's dark and the music in the living room is much quieter, but it's still heard. His face is illuminated by the light from the streetlights coming through the window, which is contrasted with that coming from the candles in the other room. Without hesitating for a second, I collapse from my shirt and drop it to the ground, staying in my bra. Despite the darkness, I see how Azael's eyes light up in a wild look and he draws a subtle terrifying smile on his lips.

An abrupt burst of aura enveloped is his entire body. "So you wanna play, right? Let's play then!" "Come! Bone-Scythe."

The earth shook, cause Aspen grip to tighten the eye her form shaking violently at this point. " Please. I.. I can.. I can give them their memories back! " She held the edge for dear life trying to wiggle back further away from the edge. That won't fix the damage you've done to my son! " The earth shook. Aspen a blood curling scream was heard. As Another flash of light hit the sky but it showed in the shape of a skull. As blood rained from the sky. " Please goddess she begged, As she fell into the firey abyss. I can give them their memories.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

CHAPTER 63 ASHINA’S POV The flickering light of the tent’s oil lamp danced across the canvas walls, and as my eyes fluttered open, the scent of pine and leather filled my nose. My body ached. A dull throb pulsed in my temple, and as I groaned softly, I lifted my hand to my head, attempting to gather fragments of memory. Where…? The fabric beneath me felt so different from the Blackfang Tribe—it was warmer, softer, scented faintly of tobacco and wolf musk. My heart skipped.