B-rank Adventurer With An Evil Look Novels & Stories

So basically, even if he reported it, they would only think that he made up things and that he was just afraid and so. It may cause more unwanted attention to himself which already made him so sick. And they might suggest to him to hire mercenary to help him accomplished the mission. However, Yman was not a money bag. He was in a tight situation financially. Hiring mercenary would come with a price that depends on the mercenary rank. "Heh!" He scoffed after seeing the new name that appeared above the enemy's health bar. Noble Rat was written in an exchange for the Evil Rat. He was sure that right now, this enemy had already evolved into a Wanderer rank D+ beast.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

“He can care from across the room. I’m not a damsel.” I see the shield go over her eyes and recognize the action. She's protecting her, but from what? We’re guided toward the seating area, and that’s when I notice him. Riven. Large. Scarred. Radiating authority like it’s stitched into his bones. Rhys’s brother—though the resemblance is more in presence than in features. Where Rhys is controlled tension, Riven is blunt force. His golden yellow eyes are set, a male on a mission, as he moves to sit beside Tirianna.

Hilarion invited with eager eyes. Snow White looked at each of them. The seven Titans were so different. Vanguard was decisive and commanding. Grimm was fierce. Hilarion was bright. Storm wore glasses and had an elegant air—Vanguard mentioned he was a doctor. Slake always looked sleepy but was their best hunter. Bane looked terrifying with his tattoos but had a kind smile. And the youngest, Draven, was the quietest. They were all massive, muscular, and ready to protect her. "Princess..."

Warriors lined the perimeter. Beta Rowan stood near the front with Gamma Elias, both already in partial battle stance. Beyond the gate… Five wolves waited. Huge. Scarred. Dominant. And in the center stood their Alpha. Even from a distance his power was obvious. Tall. Broad. Black hair streaked with silver. Eyes the color of dried blood. The Bloodfang Alpha stepped forward slowly. The moment he crossed the boundary line… Damon’s aura exploded. Raw Alpha dominance flooded the clearing.

All of them were qualified as S-Rank, while the General was SS-Rank. Belphegor was already given mana before, but after being bathed in the Miasma, he evolved into a Prometheus Infernal Skull, reaching the pinnacle of X-Rank, only a few steps before becoming a Pseudo-Demi-Deity! His flames became incredibly strong, almost divine-like, and his skull grew also very big, the size of a cow.

"Finally, I had a chance to have a fight with you, Clever Dior." He grinned while the knife was still pointed at Clever, "I've been wanted to know for a long time how strong an Alpha is you that so famous in the South that also reached in the North the story about you, now that I'm in front of you I don't think it' s true. You just look an average Alpha for me.” The man said coldly and without saying a word, he ran toward where Clever was standing and swung the knife towards to its neck.

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!

[Status: A+ 63% -> 78% -> 85% -> 91%] Seal cracked. Day 3. Last day. Dawn of Duel. Demon Envoy arrived again. Not envoy. Army. 20 Black Knights on drakes, S-Rank aura. And in middle, Kross. 3 meters tall. Blood axe bigger than Jin. Skin red, horns. S-Rank Butcher. He looked at Academy gate where last envoy was hanged. Grinned and broke hanging rope with axe. "Where is little slave King?" he shouted, voice breaking windows. "I came to take him like dog!"

"They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea." Astrid witnessed his Adam's apple bob and his face drain of color in terror. "You are lying," he declared, but the quiver in his voice betrayed his deepening fear. "I am not," she assured him. She tried to muster up a look of concern for him, though she was not at all convinced she was pulling it off. "Save yourself, Leif. Show me where the baby is. Brodi is merciful. If you abandon your plan and confess, I'm sure you will survive. If you do not…"