Danmachi Volume 17 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Theme: Betrayal and Retribution Growls and screams abound throughout the evening. Heart pounding, I dash from the packhouse. Before me, the scene is completely disorganizing. Everywhere are wolves engaged in fierce fighting. My pulse speeds when I understand what is happening. Damian is here. At the center of the fight, Damian commands a group of renegade wolves with blazing angry eyes. His eyes contact mine, and a distorted smile develops on his face. He snarls, his voice echoing throughout the skies,

His presence hits like gravity. Solid. Unshakable. His hand finds mine. Warm. “I’ve got you,” he says. I don’t look away from Damon. “You never did,” I reply. The battlefield closes in again. Noise returns. War surges back into focus. But something has already shifted. Something important. Damon steps back slowly. He wasn't retreating or fleeing. Just… recalculating. But it’s too late for that. Because now He knows. And so do I.

Ting! I heard the faint sound of clashing metal, and could smell some blood. It made my stomach churn as I almost felt like I was back at the bandit camp, seeing Lance get riddled by the arrows. A tear began to fall down my face as I hit myself with my spare hand. Shake out of it! You can not be thinking of him for now, you have to focus. I must survive for him. I began to slow down, as I got closer to the sound of the fighting. Peaking round the corner, I saw a massive open hall. It had six pillars in total, three on each side. Reaching up to the roof seemingly holding all of the rock up.

“I have no patience for chess, now that I've discovered video games. What was that one you showed me? Something with a plumber. And mushrooms.” Damien emerged from the apothecary, face drawn. He wore a physician's coat and medical gloves over his bartender outfit. “Lord Dis,” he said quietly. “The girl. She stirred.” “Noor?” Corpseboy shot into the back room. The door slammed behind him. Damien shook his head, face dark. “There's a lotta good in him, Shannon,” he said gravely as he wiped down the bar. “But angels are cruel.”

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

Since she hadn’t been listening to Slate when he was talking to the other dragon, she didn’t know for sure what was about to happen, until she utilized her mind’s eye and realized she was meant to attack this gigantic warrior. Nya took a deep breath and thought about what would be most effective. In her mind, the first move she tried ended up with her arm being snapped in two, so she thought about something else, and once she was certain she had a plan of attack that would at least get her through the first round unscathed, she launched herself at the man.

I mumbled as I ride my bike and followed him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - MIKO I sighed as soon as Topgun left. I think the rivalry began. I checked him and Black Dragon on the screen as I keep an eye on "the Big Boss" too. Boss Se7en... Why is it going to be like this? Why am I the one with them? I desperately muttered to myself. I'm sure Topgun was annoyed and in times like this, it's not a help to us. And I noticed that Black Dragon seems to work on his own. I'm really worried. I muttered again and continued watching them.

' 4 seconds left'FUKKKKKKEEEYOU GAMMEE~' Closing his own eyes pulling Daisuke by his neck placing his own warm lips upon the cold onces. 'Please, at least I don't want to die by the hands of the character I made myself'

But Damon was faster. Damon launched, his movement too precise, and too powerful as he grabbed Dane by the neck and tore him to the ground. Dane tried to struggle back. But Dane was no match for him. Dane never was. His jaws closed around Dane’s throat, and with one final, brutal shake, he ripped apart his throat. Blood oozed out of Dane, pooling the ground around and soaking his fur. Dane was dead.