Danmachi Volume 17 Novels & Stories

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Liam shook beside Chris, and Daniel continued, " You, your little boyfriend, and all your pack members would be soon dead." Daniel then approached Samara and bowed to her, " My Lady." " Who are you?" Samara snickered. " I-I am Daniel." " Oh.., the useless vampire?" Daniel was flustered at the blatant insult but was relieved when he heard Samara say, " ... though I am impressed. At least you were of some use." " Now, what do we have here," she looked at Chris, helping Liam stand up. It was as if she was aware of the people around her just now.

Neu and Nimura got a bad feeling about it, but they just do their work. Hikari enters the quantum memory and has some conversation with Yami. Yami asks him "If you can win the game, why are you still fighting for it? even you know it." Then Hikari answers it "Because I want to make the story more interesting. and also because I'm going to share my happiness with everyone." Yami understands how retard is Hikari about that, So he didn't ask anything more about it.

“Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*

For a brief seconds, sh remained like that, hoping and praying he would come back to his senses. Fortunately, he did as he slowly relaxed, his fists unclenching and his arms went limp. Damien's chest heaved with ragged breaths. His head bowed in defeat. It was the first time in his life he'd accept defeat. He had thought he'd be able to conquer the curse. When he had gotten Emberlynn, she had wanted everything to happen as fast as it could, but nothing had happened. Nothing had fucking happened! Emberlynn's cheek was pressed against his back, feeling the warmth of his skin and the tremors of his pain.

But who? Damian’s fists clenched at his sides, his expression hardening. "This ends now," he said, his voice filled with quiet rage. "No more games. No more lies." The room was deathly silent, the tension unbearable. I could see the fury in Damian’s eyes, but there was something else there too—something darker, more dangerous. And I realized then that we weren’t just preparing for a battle against Evan anymore. We were preparing for war against someone much closer to home.

Damian stepped into the center of the chamber, bleeding and unbowed, and raised his head to the Council like a wolf scenting the beginning of a hunt. “Choose,” he told them. “Stand down… or learn whether Forty-Seven can bear the weight of a Chairman’s war.” The last word rolled through the chamber like thunder. And somewhere above us, in the Sanctum’s shadowed box, a second silver glint winked into existence, another dart, leveled at my heart. I didn’t even have time to scream.

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

“How many times do I have to tell you that you need to focus on your studies, not your talent?” I can now see the veins on his neck while looking at me. He even grits his teeth and clenches his fist as if he is now ready to kill me but I just shrug my shoulders. I’m still studying but the way he reacts makes me roll my eyes. Good thing, I know how to control my emotions.

“Well, if you need anything, let me know. Go home and get some rest; we got a busy day tomorrow.” Larry entered the dungeon seeing the rat covered with blood and the hole in the guy's stomach. It made him nauseous. Larry has seen a lot in his life but seeing this made him glad he was never an enemy of Lucifer. “Dimitri, you’re now on board with us, and you’re the youngest between us. Therefore, I will send you to self-defense training.” Dimitri is still in pain from the burn on his foot with lucifers stamp; he can barely walk as Larry throws him over his shoulder and carries him out.