B-rank Adventurer With An Evil Look นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

the cat Beastman said and slowly explained what High and Unique Rankers were. “1 Star to 2 Star Warriors are called Scrubs while 3 Star and 4 Star warriors are referred to as Broilers. Starting from 5 Stars, Beastmen are sorted out a bit differently. 5 Star Beastmen are called High Stars while 6 Stars are referred to as Unique Stars. As for 7 Stars, they are called Crowns.”

Now he had an amused look on his face. “It’s fine, I’ll bring a date.” Ok, something about his statement struck a nerve. I am not admitting that the idea of Brax with another girl just rubs me the wrong way. I was about to throw another smart comment his way when he stepped away from the bike he had been leaning on. I was able to get a better look at it then. No. Fucking. Way! A ghost silver R1 with dragon scale graphics!

I slid onto the seat across from him, my heart pounding in my chest. Being so close to him exposed new details - he was ripped now, looking like a model from a motorcycle ad. Nothing like the boy who'd trailed me with puppy eyes. His lips were full, and a rogue-ish smile that held a hint of danger played at the corners. It was the kind of smile you would expect on a swashbuckling pirate, capable of seduction and plunder in equal measure.

Of course he was. “And this power, how do you intend to help me get it?” A moment of silence stretched between us. Minutes passed and he still stared at me absentmindedly like he was in deep thought. With a heave of a shaky breath, he rose from his seat as her ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. “The pakhan of Russian Bratva. Viktor Nikolai Advik.” The glass in my hand shattered, my blood trickled down my clothed thigh, my eyes stayed widened and unblinking and I remained unmoving.

Raphael is more interested in the beauty in his arms. He turned her in his arms so that now she is looking at him. He locked his gaze with hers. Slowly the fog around him began to disappear, showing the form of the real Raphael. The handsome Raven Prince. But his eyes are still pitch black and he still looks scary to everyone. There is still no recognition in him about who he is. But the darkness and the urge to kill and immense hatred are not so intense.

Which one of her avatars was this? "You're sharp, cunning, witty, and extremely manipulative. Innocent face, evil mind. Dangerous I may add. Not only this, you're a witch with the powers of a seer too. God forbid if you mastered your magic, you could be a lethal threat to the whole world, yet I couldn't bring myself to kill you, little witch. Why is that?" He rasped leaning closer and her eyes widened slightly as color tinted her cheeks. Why did it sound like a compliment?

"What the! Don't tell me she's going to tie me up with that dog leash of hers!" Unbelievably Clever stared at the woman as she got closer and closer to him. Clever just wants to run with what's going on. He's a Leader of the pack. He's an Alpha! He did not expect to defile his character just because he could not return to his normal form. But Clever could do nothing when the Serene tied the leash around his neck and pulled him out. If his people see him at this rate, they might be laughing at him right now!

I thought, hope surging through me. It was Bryan, but he looked different. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt or a suit. He was covered in a liquid silver armor that looked like living water. His eyes weren't brown or gold, they were a bright, glowing purple. He held the silver fountain-pen spear in his hand, and it was buzzing with electricity. "Get away from that switch," Bryan said. His voice was deep, echoing like a thunderclap. The janitor didn't look scared. He just sighed. "Great. A 'Glitch' character. You guys are always the messiest to clean up."

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.