Black Luster Soldier Yu Gi Oh Novels & Stories

Lukas and Nagar took aim, along with the others who had aimed at the other targets. Beyond, between an alley created by two ten-storey apartment block buildings, a trooper in black vest and helmet peeked out with an M-16. It felt like fighting against a human enemy, except that it could literally turn into sand and appear out of nowhere. He cursed as he fired at the bastard, forcing it to move back. He gestured at Nagar as he and and Yusuf moved out of cover. The entity exposed itself to gain a bead at the soldier but was shot down by the sergeant.

“This is my moment to shine. Go forth, my soldiers.” Screech~ The soldiers that dwelled inside the darkness soon marched forward and assaulted all the enemies that they saw. “Kyaaaaaaa~” “Help~~~~” “I don’t want to die!!!” “No!!!” “Go away.” The HQ was in complete disarray. The number of corpses increased beyond what was calculated. Currently, there are 3000 thousand workers, 1000 soldiers, and 300 great soldiers. Great soldiers were the artifact holders who held a similar level of power to the talented mage. They could have served as Dionysus's sparring partners.

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.

“I don’t think we’ll be coming back from this one.” I hold Drake against my chest, prepared to run, but then the sun flashes on a silver-and-black banner one of the new soldiers is carrying. The standard is a giant claw. “It’s Longclaw,” I breathe.

But in this batch, there is one soldier who has caught my attention—Zion. Zion is a quiet and enigmatic figure among the Bravata ranks. His jet-black hair frames a face that seems perpetually shrouded in shadows. He seldom speaks, and when he does, it is in measured, cryptic phrases that leave those around him with more questions than answers. His eyes, though, are the most unsettling feature—deep, piercing orbs that seemed to hold secrets untold.