Novel & Cerita Danmachi Heroes

"Thanks babe. My name is Jessie...now who are you exactly and why do you have War looking like he's ready to pass out?" Because he was ready to pass out! "Oh War is my mate," Pomelia grinned as she glanced at him and he mentally cursed. Why did his face feel flushed? Was he blushing? Why did he feel so excited that she called him her mate? Jess gasped, flicking her dark locks again. "War? War machine has a mate? I thought you guys weren't worthy of mates...where did he find you? Alpha Khan cleared his throat. "War we have bussines to take care of. Jess can keep your little novice company till we get back."

Galatrina spoke calmly but with sweat on her cheeks. "I know, and one of them is going to be a pain in the ass." Alucard respond in a menacing way. Hiyojin then looked at the sky. "So we're facing him ha. Leomord, former number 1 of the 1st generation of warriors. If only Teresa is here." He looked down at the ground while sweating. Most of the warriors finally sensed the incoming demons. They braced themselves as the approaching hordes of demons trampled the ground and creating an earthquake within the earth.

GAME 25: Dead No one in this world could stop me from completing my revenge. Not even if Marl told me he loved me. Not even if he said we would live peacefully overseas. No matter how sweet the promises he made, I wouldn't stop pursuing those three. I’m nearing the finish line – my triumph. Would I back down now, when I’ve already brought Ryu down? When I’ve already manipulated Ren? And most importantly, when I’m already going to crush El Sandra?

A few kilometers from the former war site, there are thousands of tents used for camping by Borlal's troops. In that camp there were already more than a hundred thousand warriors led by 3 heroes. They are Amura the spear hero, Yusagi the shield hero and Kawa the bow and arrow hero. "Sir, the reconnaissance troop has returned," said one of the soldiers to Amura the spear hero who was in the big tent. "Send them in!" Amura tidied up the books and letters he was reading on his desk.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

At this time, Madchen realized she was in trouble, or she was crazy, maybe a little of both. All of a sudden, a commotion erupted. A man with a gun was pushing through the crowd of patrons, headed straight for Drago and her. “Watch out,” Adam yelled. The unknown assailant pointed his gun, aiming for Drago’s head, Madchen instinctively pushed him, nearly blocking the shot. Instead of hitting the intended target, the bullet ripped through Drago’s left arm, and he fell to the floor. All around her, Madchen could hear muffled voices,including the screams of the gunman as he was wrestled to the floor. Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind. Alpha... rouges and hunters!’ Dillon was upset. “They started to attack,” he said. “Welcome them, Dillon.” It was the key to making our defenses solid and stable, “he instructed. “Let those inferior creatures burn in ashes.” Drake crumpled his fists; his jaw clenched, and he glanced at the door when it suddenly opened, and Emily welcomed him, anxious and scared. “A-Drake...” “I know, they started the war...” “I’m beyond prepared for that, my stray,” he said viciously.

Another magickal menace to stir up the people's fear? Brand forced himself to look away from the crowd and search out his mate. While her dress was ripped and her face covered in mud, her grey eyes stormed in defiance. His warrior princess had not given in to despair. Their eyes locked and suddenly, he heard her voice in his head. I will fight until my last breath, min vakre ulv. If we must travel to Valhalla together, then so be it.

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.