Durarara Headless Rider Novels & Stories

stuttered the frightened cultivator as he rapidly shook his head. Before the cultivator could even apologize, Ryder’s palm had already grabbed onto his head… and with a sickening snap, the cultivator was beheaded on the spot…! Turning to glare at the other horrified cultivators, Ryder then growled, “If you wish to keep your heads intact, then hurry up and dig! I don’t care what methods you use! Even if it’s buried a few thousand meters deep, you’ll all dig till you find that god d*mned entrance!”

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

A town… people… capital… sigils… things that were… things that will be… everything has changed. The small sorceress stood near the crossroad, leaning on her walking stick. In the distance she could hear riders approaching. She was near the half of her journey. Their pace changed, she could see them. Their leader was in front ridding a black stallion; his armor was different than the others. His face was hidden under a skull-type helmet; she didn't know what type of skull was that. The only thing visible was his lower jaw and his hair, a mane of golden lock that felt almost to his waist.