Centaurworld Rider Novels & Stories

Rui elaborated. "OK, you go back and get ready for the journey." "Umm." I yelled out to Wise as soon as I realised Rui had gone. "Wise, dispatch 30 A-rank monsters to meet me in the Dark Willow Dungeon." "Hmm? Are you going to start a slaughter, master? Burning down a village? Or perhaps a city?" My lips twitch. "Stop talking and quickly dispatch them." “Alright! Although they have only reached the 2nd circle, they are of the centaur race which is formidable in battle. Their combat ability should be comparable to 3rd circle monsters.”

‘It is for dragons,’ Bynjym says. There’s Soma, red Tyffyn’s rider, Shao, bronze Jyshy’s rider, Carme, blue Jynyc’s rider, Mara, who I saw before, but didn’t know that she was red Ymyl’s rider. There’s Aris, green Cylyb’s rider, Elina, blue Jynnyf’s rider, Dion, green Nythyn’s rider, and finally Mihai, green Chyrlys’ rider. “It’s nice to meet all of you,” I say politely.

They are now in black robes, and they have a veil covering their faces. Letting my mind replay everything I had learned from the processor, I was able to guess that they were followers of a black rider. Just then, another thought struck my mind. If the soldiers of the black riders are the crowds that have been watching the fight ever since the beginning, that means Ryan is the last black rider that escaped from the grip of the priest. Not only that, he is the veiled man from the reaper's realm, the ruler of the reapers. Moreover, the shrieking noise of the bird I was hearing belonged to a Nazgul.

Chris pursed his lips as he asked, “How’s the review of surveillance videos coming along?” “Boss, I cannot steal Web Rider’s thunder, or he will skin me alive.” Night Rider scratched the back of his head. “Right you are...” Web rider walked in flamboyantly as if on cue. His appearance was a contradiction to all the other shadow guards. He had a strip of hair through the midline about 5cms wide and 3cms long that was dyed green, like a parrot’s tuft while the rest of his head was shaved clean. His clothing was just as ridiculous. He wore a bright magenta leather jacket and pants.

Roland immediately climbed the high stone watchtower, his expression hardening into cold steel. "Someone is approaching the perimeter," Roland reported sharply. Killian joined him on the high wall in an instant. A single rider was crossing the frozen, snowy plains. There was no invading army behind him. No royal escort. Just one lone man mounted on a massive, terrifying black horse. The mysterious rider stopped exactly fifty yards away from the heavy iron gates, the beast's breath pluming in the air. Then, the rider slowly dismounted. He reached up and pulled back his heavy dark hood, letting long black hair fall over a set of dark armor meticulously etched with glowing crimson runes. His ey

By the time the rider reached Ironclaw’s gates, nearly half the territory had gathered to watch. Word traveled quickly in a place built on loyalty and tradition. Word traveled even faster when it involved a man who should have been dead for six centuries. The massive gates remained closed as Kael stood atop the wall, flanked by Darian, Cassian, and several senior warriors. Lyra stood beside them, watching the lone rider approach through the morning mist. There was no army following him, no banners flew behind him and no hidden force waited in the forest, just one man riding a tired gray horse.

His feet felt light and he darted into the thicket like a bullet, weaving in between a myriad of trees and plants. A stench of blood assaulted his senses and urged him further into the forest. His vision dimmed and he followed it until he stumbled upon a stake of fire roasting an antelope. Centaur, a hybrid of a human torso and the body of a horse, stood before it with his long muscular arms crossed below his broad chest. "Alpha Georgi, we meet again," he said in a deep voice in Saxon. Pascal stepped forward and growled, "Centaur, why did you have to draw my attention that way? Is that how we do things?"

The centaur scans our group slowly, and the predatory gleam in his eye whenever it lands on one of the women makes my skin crawl. “We’ll take the females,” he says. “We’re bored.” Instantly, the growls from the mated males rumble like thunder. Alexander just cracks his knuckles and tilts his head side to side, stretching out his neck. “Let’s just get this over with.” The centaur smirks. “And your weapon, human?” Alex smiles—and then his fingers shift, claws extending like blades. “Daggers.” The centaur’s grin falters, just for a beat. Clearly, he hadn’t expected us to be anything but mortal. But he recovers quickly. “Fine.”

There was also a tiger charm and a scroll with archaic texts on it. Chester walked forward, unfurled the scroll, and read the words on it slowly. "My name is Joshae Stardew, Dawu Zhou's black-armored admiral..." 'Dawu Zhou?' Chester was puzzled; he felt his brain buzzing. Chester was familiar with ancient books and once read a historical document about the South Cloud World. He remembered that a Dawu Zhou Dynasty had ruled the South Cloud World for nearly a thousand years before the ruling South Cloud World Royal's era. The Dawu Zhou Dynasty had established a mysterious black-armored rider army called the Blood Buddha. The Blood Buddha was brave and invincible, and their leader was an admira

James clasped his hands and said, “I’m James Caden from the Dark World. And you?” “You’re from the Dark World?” The man was slightly surprised when James revealed his origin. Living beings from the Dark World rarely moved in the Three Thousand Great Genesis Worlds. He did not expect to encounter one here. The man’s lips curved into a faint smile as he said, “Interesting!” “I’m from Tempestara of the Ancient Genesis World,” the man spoke lightly, revealing his place of origin. “My name is Wayra Faelhmer.” He stated his name once again. Standing still, he said softly, “Please make the first move. Let’s see how strong you are and if you’re worthy of me making a move.”