Black Luster Soldier Yu Gi Oh Novels & Stories

I say, my voice strong. As I step outside, I see Lucien and Jacob standing there, clad in black armor. The armor is sleek and form-fitting, and it makes them look like warriors out of a fantasy novel. Lucien's eyes are red, the color of blood. They glow with power, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. He's staring straight at me, and there's a look of intensity on his face that I've never seen before. I force myself to look away, feeling my cheeks heat up.

Iron rings with a symbol of fire! That was what both the Laxa Soldiers were wearing. This reminded me of something that was taught to me years ago by my secret teacher. ~There are several variants in Laxa Soldiers, Silas. The highest ones are called the ultimates. They are made from five elements of nature. They cannot be defeated by any werewolf because they are made from fire! They cannot be killed.~ I remember how I asked the question to my teacher. ~But how to identify them?~

The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess. “I'm Blue Lily pack’s strongest weapon because I fight like a beast and heal wounds like the gods.” ~KILLIAN’S POV~ A healer? Regina Shepard is a healer? A chill ran down my spine and the men present in this room were frozen in time. Leonard had his jaw sweeping the floor. The victim of Regina's surprise attack was still holding his chest in disbelief, probably wondering what happened to the wound on his chest. Even Callum was speechless as he stood by my side, his eyes as wide as saucers.

The air heavy with death. Lucian's sneer was never broken as he took a step forward, hands loosely folded behind his back as if he had all eternity. As if he'd already won. Then—he raised his hand. The shadows moved. Out of the wreckage of my shattered pack, they emerged. A wave of soldiers, clad in black armour and the sigil of the Council of Seven. Hundreds. Maybe more. Their presence was oppressive, the crush of their power pressing down on me like a suffocating wave.

It was cold and hard, but a warm crack glowed with a faint light. I looked up. To my eyes, he was a tall man, maybe six-foot-three. He was dressed in all black, wearing some kind of mask or hood that looked very artistic. The coolest part was the glowing decoration on his chest, like a special effect from a sci-fi movie. 【WARNING: Player Ava has touched the S-rank Boss ‘The Shadow Lord’s’ ‘Soul Scar.’ This is a fatal wound from a past betrayal. Touching it means instant, murderous rage.】

His chest cavity was a landscape of violet necrotic veins—the toxin mapping the path to his heart in real-time. I saw Leo. He was a supernova—a blinding, pulsating core of sovereign gold static, his small frame a sun trapped in a cage of fragile, stuffy-nosed flesh. He was vibrating at a frequency that set the very air around him into a geometric ripple. And I saw the GBCA soldiers. They weren't men. They were heat-sinks, silhouettes of cold, clinical blue, their rifles glowing with the sharp, lethal orange of high-velocity kinetic rounds.

Luke asked looking bored. "There are a few other tents, have a look around. Oh but before you go take this, " I said giving Luke a golden tassel, he held it up to look at it then looked at me and raised his eyebrow, "it's to let the doctors know you're with me, each general has one. Mine is gold, Kaname's is blue and Kami's is silver." "Whatever, " Luke said putting the tassel in his pocket as he walked away. "G-general, how'd he do that? Is he a shinigami pairing?" Aizen asked me still in shock.

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?