Ed Fullmetal Novels & Stories

The chubby old man said furiously, “You’ve gone too far, Herodias. We’re talking about merging Marciais Power and Historial Power. Will this youngster be able to handle it?” The tall old man sneered, “Right? Does he think he’s at the Daeclon Rank?” Herodias and Yegor frowned. James, on the other hand, remained calm. He extended his arms and revealed his Ultimate Golden Body. Not only were the two old men surprised, but even Yared was left utterly dumbfounded.

Liu Yu was shocked at first and felt the threat of death, but then found out, eh? The hands-on mecha has a silver-grey exterior, that sleek shape and an ultra-metallic body that's not Lightsaber, the top combat armor, and the only 35-level mecha, the dream of all mecha divisions. In the entire alliance, only one person is capable and qualified to drive this mecha "Come out! Are you all shrinking tortoises when you keep hiding like this?"

Leone sassed We all laughed as he kept rolling his eyes at James and Silas. “Well like I said, I will be over there for the weapon distribution. From what I saw from Kiara’s memory, they are really lit. Their uncle, Hephaestus created it for them. They’ve even got attires. A fucking assemble for when a fight breaks out. I really really want” Matthews whined “Haha so bad…you won’t get… I will be getting and rocking the fuck out of it” Stephanie teased “Ugh I will talk to Chaos tomorrow so I can come see. You guys have got my interest so peeked.” Richard grunted out

It's three AM in the morning, we were walking down the alley. "This is nonsense, where are we gonna find this asshole" I asked. "Who the fûck are you calling asshole?" A voice from behind us said, Oscar smirks and we both turn around. A handsome guy with long ponytail stood there, two stands of hair covering his forehead like Eren Yeager from attack on Titan, he's built and has tattoos. "Hey Oscar, long time no see" he smirks. "Yeah" Oscar replied.

In his war tent, he sat before the flickering firelight, hunched forward, staring into his trembling hands. He had once used them to hold her. Now, they only destroyed. Kaelith entered one night, his armor cracked and face bloodied. “The next battle approaches,” he said. Drakonios didn’t look up. “They think I am empty.” Kaelith hesitated. “Are you?” Drakonios slowly stood, the fire behind him growing brighter, shadows stretching like claws. “No. I am full. Full of what they left behind.” And with that, he marched into the second month.

We were lucky that the full moon was only a couple of days ago, I had some built-up power in me; I essentially used it all up. Guilt twisted in my stomach. He used all his charged-up power from the full moon on me to save me. Everett didn’t feel entirely whole; he’d never even experienced what it was like to have his full power aside from the full moons, and now he doesn’t even get that. None of the Silver Moon pack does. My eyes glazed with tears again.

The Council Alphas looked to the committee, their eyes glowing with predatory suspicion. "You think a fallen bloodline can claim the mantle of a legend?" Melina sneered, her claws twitching. I rose slowly, my Alpha-blood—what little was left of it—pulsing with a cold, rhythmic heat. "You doubt the steel because you don't recognize the smith," I said, walking to the very edge of the stage. "Since you believe Sandra is a ghost, let me show you the haunt. I will forge a 'Luna-Guard' chest plate right here, on this stage. The theme is Neo-Metropolis—urban warfare for the modern pack. If any of you think you can match an Ashford's fire, step forward."

she added. She also noticed my slight bump and smiled even more warmly at me. "Your new life here is only just about to begin. Everything will turn out to be for the better, Calista." I smiled faintly at her, overwhelmed with gratitude and excitement. She was right. Everything would eventually turn out to be for the better. Just then, I realized that there was a tall, bespectacled man standing next to Dr. Flemington. He looked gentle and soft-spoken, and looked very well-kept and clean-shaven too. He was like a refreshing breath of air.

“Prideful Sword: Guard of the Half-Moon” *Boom* Breaker’s hammer crashed into Abe immediately after he activated Guard of the Half-Moon. The large hammer was like a mountain that had descended. For that was exactly how Abe felt. Guard of the Half-Moon was a powerful skill. But even it could do so much when there was a great disparity in strength between user and aggressor. And that was exactly what was happening now. Guard of the Half-Moon was able to absorb almost half of the energy that came crushing down on Abe. But it could only do that much. And the rest of the turbulent energy travelled past the sword’s blade and exited through the handle of the sword before crashing into Abe’s armor.

Kōjin: “You kept my daughter alive long enough to come home. The flames remember.” He bows (full ninety degrees). We bow back. The summer after graduation just caught fire in the best possible way. Seras Himuari Nakamura has a God father, a god-tier armor set, and a dragon boyfriend who’s currently speechless with awe. And the rest of us? We’re just along for the blaze. Japan’s never been ready for this crew. But the fire god is. And that’s more than enough. The Armor Chooses June 15, 2029 – Mount Atago, dawn