Durarara Headless Rider Mga Nobela at Kwento

CHAPTER 25: KEEP ME COMPANY ZARA: When I heard that voice, every nerve ending in my body went rigid. It was low, dangerous, and carried such an authority that made the very air in the club feel heavy. I turned my head slowly, and there he was. Alpha Darius Stormfang. He was standing just a few feet away, looking like a Greek god carved out of pure, unyielding marble. His suit was sharp, his posture was effortless, and the way he looked at Rider made the younger Alpha look like a trembling schoolboy.

Javier glowered. “This is for my people and Jade!” The dragon rose high, bringing his claws against the neck of the hunter. With one quick snap, Javier managed to cut separate the head off his body. ***

Upon reaching Hell’s Helm, they then ambush the preoccupied reapers, stabbing one in the back, slicing another’s throat and impaling the third with a sword shaped like a giant insect’s mandible. The effect is instantaneous in the mortal realm. The reapers lose against their indestructible, self-replenishing enemies. Yama Ranger’s faithful horse attempts to take flight but is snapped up by a stream of amorphous, almost aqueous Ravens. Its rider catches several more birds inside his extra-dimensional lasso, banishing them straight back to Soul City and keeping them out of the fight for a few precious minutes. Then Yama Ranger is paralyzed with pain from a dagger buried in his back thousands of

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

Possibly a meter away from the hood of Hunter's car. It looks like a whole person dressed in all-black. Head to toe. Only he's wearing a hat dipped lower to hide his face. I'm not sure how long I'd been staring at it but suddenly, it tipped its head back and stared directly at me. I gasped. Gone is the tingling all over my body, the throbbing and ache persistent within my core. All gone. What in goddess' name is... that? "Nightcrawler," Hunter growls. A deadly glint in his eyes as he glared at this... man I just locked eyes with.

Another Nether Dark Wyvern fell over the floor, however, this seemed like a young adult one, and it looked particularly burned. Dura had done this, as she stepped over the still-struggling monster and crushed its skull with a powerful attack using her giant axe. The beast died almost instantly, although it released a groan of agony as its brains exploded out of its skull. Dura's muscular and tall body was coated in blood and brains, she looked like a red-skinned barbarian, although some of the male orcs around found her rather sexy as she slaughtered the giant beasts.

Viktor crashed into the ground hard, and Ryker was on him immediately, teeth at his throat in a position that couldn't be escaped. "Last chance," Ryker said. "Submit or die." Viktor's eyes showed panic for the first time. He was trapped, beaten, and everyone watching knew it. "I submit," he finally gasped. "You win." Ryker released him and shifted back to human form, swaying from blood loss and exhaustion. "The challenge is ended," he announced. "Viktor Dorian submitted. I remain alpha of Nightrider Pack." The pack erupted in cheers while Viktor's supporters looked stunned. Dorian's face had gone white with shock and rage at his plan's failure.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

And a human skull adorned his head. He wore a necklace made of human skulls too on his chest. Death and destruction were flashing in his eyes. Immediately behind him, the mighty Hunger Rider emerged, astride his black Agalariept. The body of this monster had skin stuck to the bones. His face looked like a charred human face. A whip tangled around the neck of this powerful immortal. Those who had a braver heart would have been terrified by the vision.

“Your father is going to talk about something important, stay here.” Darren sighed, he really wanted to take the girl away from this boring family gathering. But he couldn't help but listen to his father speak first. “We look like family, right Mr. Frank?” He was Adam Jarl, Alpha Pack Kyne, Darren's father. Of course before answering that question, Frank chuckled to break the ice. After all he thought it was a good signal to bring two families together. “Yeah, we're like two families already, Alpha Adam. I feel like we're very compatible in every way.”