Ed Fullmetal Novels & Stories

Then—he sighs. “No. But I will show you what you already carry. Your wolf… your power… you’ve only scratched the surface.” A tremor races through my chest. “I will show you what the true Alpha Guardian is meant to be. What the Megetsune truly is… and what you were born to stand against.” He extends a hand—shining brighter than a dying star. “You ready, mate?” “…Ready fo—” Light erupts. A million volts of pure energy explode into me, shredding muscle, burning flesh, rewriting soul.

As if left by fangs. Chapter 9 coming soon.

“—I’ll show them one.” From the darkness beyond the pass, a massive silhouette emerged—armored in moonsteel, execution sigils burning across its chest. And behind it—Hundreds more.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

Clack, clack clack. The stone door in front of him immediately parted. In the secret room, an elderly figure jumped down from a stone bed. He had long, snow-white hair and an extremely elegant demeanor. His face had a reddish hue, and his steps were light, but his inner strength was profound. It was clear he was an expert. He was the forebearer of the Fullers, Hassan Fuller, a mid-stage Martial God who had been in seclusion for years, attempting to break through to the late-state Martial God realm.

“Eira of Silvermoon Kingdom versus Ironwall of Blackrock Kingdom!” Gasps erupted instantly among the spectators. Ironwall was an infamous figure feared throughout Blackrock City. He was no ordinary contestant, but the ultimate killing weapon of the Blackrock Royal Guard. Standing two point two meters tall, he was always encased in three-hundred-pound dark golden heavy armor. Most daunting of all was his innate energy immunity. Any elemental primal power would bounce harmlessly off his armor and unique physical constitution. He was an impenetrable fortress built purely for physical combat.

she said while showing me her expensive phone. I was very scared and she was smiling before we knew what happened, someone collect her phone, deleted the audio and gave her back the phone before the voice said "A pretty girl like you shouldn't bully other girls" and when I looked up to see who, I was so surprised to see MR. JACK!!!!.

I paid the check and told Jo to keep the change. "Ready baby girl?" a loose ebony curl tickled my ear as it escaped my braid. "Ready mama." I helped her down from her seat and grabbed her hand before turning and facing the man who stared me down since walking in a short while ago. When I finally saw him I lost my breath. Good lord he was fine, his skin was tan hinting at native heritage. He had long dark brown hair touching his broad shoulders. His eyes stared back at me a beautiful shade of honey brown. He had a scar along the right side of his face, his only imperfection.

Grace threw me a subtle link and smirked. Mariam looked at me with a big smile on her face. “Thank you saw much Dr. Mike… for everything you’ve done and are still doing for my daughter. I have no idea how I can repay you, but I know that the Lord I serve will abundantly replenish everything you have lost.”