Danmachi Light Novel Volume 9 Novels & Stories

However, I was vanishing. Damon grabbed my hands and lunged at me. He had a warm, genuine, and living grip. He shook his head and said quietly, "No." "No, no, no!" His eyes welled with tears. I made an effort to grin. However, my body was disappearing. The cost was this. This was my choice. Damon gave a fierce shake of his head. "I'll accompany you if you go." Then— I was drawn to him. Around us, a dazzling light exploded. Everything broke. The entire world turned white. Then— Nothing.

he said, voice low and strained. He had barely finished that sentence before he suddenly turned toward Serena. All the warmth and tenderness in his gaze had vanished, replaced by an icy fury. Without hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked Serena into the house roughly. Serena stumbled and fell hard to the floor. The smugness on her face morphed into shock instantly, followed by rage and disbelief. She couldn't fathom why Lucas would treat her this way. She had come to Mordeva feeling confident and smug, clearly ready to flaunt some imagined victory. She had been so sure that Lucas was on her side.

Attacks with the Ninth Dark Divine Light came one after the other. It was worse when the enemy was extremely sneaky. It did not attack with the nine moon-shaped plates at the same time, but chose to shoot them one by one. The Eastern Guardian made the first shot to see where Chase would run to. After that, it made the second shot, which missed. This was followed by the third shot. This attack mode repeated. Chase looked like such a mess as he jumped and leaped about, trying to avoid the Ninth Dark Divine Light shot out from all nine moon-shaped plates.

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

Shaking. But alive. Daemon was gone. But his words weren’t. And neither was the knowledge he left behind. This wasn’t the end. Only the beginning of the next war. End of Chapter 99

Philip Bottenberg as Vittorio Stanzolio ~Vittorio~ Present- December 22nd, 2035 Vittorio and I are sitting on the couch together. I am showing him some of the garbage. This is better known as the original version of this book. He keeps telling me that the original version is okay. But right now I’m going to show him the evidence. This will prove to him that it’s awful. "Okay. So basically, you think that the book you made sixteen years ago is terrible. However, what I see right here looks fine to me. I think you’re just overreacting," Vittorio says after skimming through the third chapter.

The flame started to illuminate the paper. Aiko is always fascinated with anything luminous, especially the ones that stand out in the dark. She carefully placed her lantern down to make it float in the water. “She was the one who pursued me.” She heard Goo continued. He was almost out of breath as he was talking while blowing into his cupped hands. Aiko smirked at the guy next to her then watched her lantern move towards the others. The lanterns floating in the water is beautiful beyond words. She put her hands together and bowed. “May our wishes be granted.”

I looked around and found only an old, dusty sheet in the corner. Biting my lip until it bled, the sharp pain brought a moment of clarity to my consciousness. I wrapped the sheet tightly around my hand, binding it the way a boxer wraps their knuckles. Facing that reinforced glass window, I used every ounce of strength I had left and smashed my fist against it. Once. Twice. The pain felt like my hand bones were shattering. My vision went black, and I nearly fainted. It wasn't until the seventeenth hit—as long and painful as the seventeen white diamond bracelets he gave me—that the glass finally shattered.

At a red light, Damian reached over. Took my hand. "Part 1 is done," he said. "Part 2?" "Part 2 is war." END OF CHAPTER 50