Danmachi Volume 17 Novels & Stories

Daito stared back at Drom, "Then do this with me first, and I will fight with you to the very end!" "Without your power?" "I won't loose my power right away! It'll take a while for my power to escape me, and before it does I will help you fight," "Who told you that..." "The same people that told you to bring the Book and the dagger to me..." There was brief moment of silence before any of them spoke. Drom swallowed bitterly the looked Daito dead into his pupils, “Okay fine, but don't do this with any regrets,” Daito run the blade through his palm, handing over the dagger to Drom who did the same, they both put their hands over the thirteenth page, as their blood blended and browsed across th

Mane smirked. “Indeed,” Dan laughed. “Now I won’t hold back,” the large Mystic Path Warrior grinned and held his hands together. A ferocious hammer blow came striking down, with Mane’s leg as its target. The blow was strong, and Mane could feel the wind biting at his leg. Although hammer blows were slower than the regular punch, Dan’s agility stats made the blow look as swift as a fleeting shadow, and his high strength stats were enough for Mane to remember not to take it head on. *Boom*

He is older, more skilled, and much more ruthless than him. Damion can’t see what is happening between Tyrus and Garrit because it is taking everything he has to hold Carl back. The book they are fighting over is lying on the ground unceremoniously. Carl delivers a well-placed punch at Damion’s jaw, and he feels it break as blood spatters out of his mouth and pains shoot through his body, but he manages to not fall to the ground and aims a kick at Carl which hits his abdomen. He goes a few steps back but then returns with even more vigor. He grabs Damion by the neck, throws him on the ground, and jumps over him to keep him pinned there with his knees and hands.

" I shook my head slowly, then walked out of their class. I'm afraid Ando will frantically look for me if I'm gone too long. When I approached the stand that Ando showed me earlier, I was surprised to see Ando still sitting pretty there, helping the seller pack two cartons full of books. "You want to buy all of that?" I screamed, pointing at the cartons they were packing. "On sale! Do you want something? I'll buy it!" Ando exclaimed casually. I nodded quickly, then took a novel from the shelf and gave it to Ando. "Do you want to buy this book?" asked Ando, confused. I nodded quickly. "Do you even know what book this is?" asked Ando again. "A novel!" I said briefly. "Erotica novels, to be pre

I get what you mean but that's not the case here I'm afraid" Yami said. "I don't get it, what are you talking about?" Mitsuki asked. "From the both of you fight I noticed something, the difficulty level increases drastically when reaching Kazuko's turn" "Let's face the fact, if Asahu wasn't swallowed by that beast, he would have undeniably been dead by now" Yami said as Asahu bent his head downwards and clutched his fits in frustration.

he says Damon stands from the couch and goes upstairs leaving Raven deep in thought. Was she going to agree to the agreement? And how sure was she that would not fall for him?

She’s smarter than you think. Damien stared at the screen. Then he smiled. A slow, dangerous curve of his lips. He typed back. Damien: I know exactly how smart she is. The reply came instantly. Then you know she won’t stay away. His smile faded. Damien: Identify yourself. Three dots appeared. Paused. Then— Soon. The message vanished. Damien set the phone down carefully, every muscle in his body coiling into stillness. Someone was playing a game.

“Dante isn’t the enemy, is he?” Damien’s eyes darkened. “No,” he said. “He’s the mirror.” ⸻ Elsewhere, Dante poured a drink, watching live feeds from the estate. “Well done,” he murmured. “Now the real war begins.” Dante Westwood

Kharvek seized the moment, lunging forward with a brutal overhead strike. Adrian twisted— Too late. The blade grazed his shoulder. Pain flashed through him as blood spread quickly across the fabric of his shirt. A growl rippled through the room. Vaelreth’s claws tightened against the armrest of his throne. The demon general laughed. “Bleeding already, human?” Adrian ignored him. Instead, he shifted his stance. Calmer now. Focused. Kharvek attacked again. But this time Adrian moved first. He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply—

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”