Novel & Cerita Empress Mileena Mk1

She believed the only reason her brother didn't wear armor was so he wouldn't match her, and she was right. Mileera watched the smiling Baal as he gave them the final orders. She was the shortest of the group, being 6'4" tall. She was wearing a black cloak with a black one piece outfit underneath. Her white hair had been shaven the day before. She enjoyed the act of cutting her hair before a battle, with this time making her particularly anxious due to how long it's been since her last battle. She couldn't help tapping her foot in anticipation. She was overjoyed to hear that they would be attacking immediately.

But if she did find it out, what would she do next? “Tell me,” She said. “how are we going to get up there? By winged chariots?” “We usually ride dragons here.” Margarette answered behind her. Not far, Ellaine realized that there was another floating isle at their right side. A dark, small figure descended from it. She can’t quite make the figure out until it went closer. It was a big, magnificent, royal blue dragon with the royal blue scales of its spread wings glistening against the setting sun. It was flying towards their ship, heads-on.

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”

She marveled at how pretty she looked in the mirror and how the jewelry that Starvos had chose for her fit beautifully on her pale skin. “Milady! Lord Starvos is here!” Marlene immediately shouted upon seeing over the window and seeing the inky black carriage from outside, knowing that the carriage could only belong to one person in the kingdom who would have such jet black carriage as others would think of it as misfortune. Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror again then toward her mother, “Do I look good? Is it perfect?” “Flawless my sweetheart,” her mother went forward and planted a kiss on her forehead, “Have fun with Starvos. Me and your dad will come a bit later.”

Elara The echo of Kaelen’s voice vibrated off the granite tiers of the grand hall, leaving a cold, unyielding finality in its wake. I stood beside him at the center of the stone dais, my dark combat boots planted firmly on the polished slate floor. The dark, reinforced carbon-fiber plates of my commander armor absorbed the bright morning light pouring through the high arched rafters, framing my posture in a sleek silhouette of absolute military authority. Beneath the structured collar of my uniform, the gold-rimmed crescent brand throbbed against my skin, sending a steady, pulsing current of pure golden heat straight down my spine.

SERAFINA Our gray Mercedes AMG GLE 6s3 coupe came to a screeching halt in front of the 120 meters tall building, which stood as the headquarters of the Dekoms empire. Reporters immediately clamoured to our car, their camera flashing desperate lights at us, while their mouths moved frantically.

explained Stephen who walked back towards the table. "Gosh Stephen, when else would we have this opportunity!" Mark looked hurried. He was trying to persuade Stephen but Stephen was not persuaded by that. Except for one thing. That was when Mark said, "Yelena will be cured when we conquer Pack Redmond, Stephen. Pack Redmoon has a medicinal plant that can cure a she-wolf who cannot return to the human form she has. Yelena is a girl from the Rouge nation, the younger sister of Mark who has an illicit relationship with Stephen, until Yelena gets a curse not to change back to human form until Stephen gets her a flower that is believed to be sacred by the werewolf nation.

Keyla knew only a few of them, and yearned to understand them all. The woman behind the desk was not much older than Adaline Soril had been, but her hair was a striking shade of red. Her features were softer than her mother’s as well, thought Keyla as she looked at her, but her smile was warm and welcoming. She stood and nodded to them. “Welcome, Maajira Elmina. And you, Keyla Soril.” Her dress was more ornate, with silver embroidery on the sleeves and on the breast, and she wore the wide belt of the Na’Himara, its symbol sewn in silver thread. Keyla noted that a white robe hung on the wall to one side of the desk.

Kael was a comrade, nothing more, and a temporary one at that. Selene’s personal transport was an armored tactical chariot—a reinforced vehicle designed for two passengers to ride in total comfort, facing forward like an executive transport, but with a dedicated enforcer on the front deck handling the heavily modified engine, completely bypassing the need for a standard military escort. The ballistic glass didn't offer the wide-angle view of a scout vehicle, but the interior cabin was pure luxury. Jessa, the supply omega, was completely paralyzed with shock the second she realized her tactical uniform was resting against custom crimson leather upholstery.

MARINA "This way." Miles motioned me to follow him, so I did. We kept going in and into the woods. I didn't know where he was heading. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Did you not notice the drops of blood on the ground?" he said. I looked at him with surprise. "What blood?" I asked. "Not very observant, are you?" Miles smirked. "Look over there," he said and pointed toward the ground. I looked and saw what he was talking about. I couldn't believe I didn't notice before, but tiny splatters of blood were on the leaves and along the path, leaving a trail.