Epic Battle Fantasy Lance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her eyes travel further afield, to the heart of the forest, where a nimbus of brilliant silver blooms in the shadows. She smiles as the cold wind tugs on her hair, and she sends a tune out along the breeze, towards the silvery light. The oldest song she can remember. A lullaby. Soon, she’ll be free. She’ll destroy it. Music made magic, the chain unbroken for a thousand years. All the players are assembled. The hour is late. The first move is hers. Let the game begin. Author’s Note Hi! I’m Saskia Snow, the author of Fable. The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby.

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

Lambana - a race of small winged creatures also called Ada or Engkantada and in English it is called Pixie, Small Fairy or Tooth Fairy. ━━━━━･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪.* :★ ﾟ｡･━━━━━━ The day ended without her father knowing she had left her room. She has returned to her hiding place, the moments she had enjoyed earlier are now gone.

Their style of fighting is something that had never been explored and they didn't worship the moon goddess like we did, rather they worshiped the red Dragon and fought like the dragon too. They were faster in battle, they were swift and had uniformity in everything they did. Prince Uther had already gotten his wolf at this time and even though the king hired him trainers so that he could get the best out of his powers, Queen Wendy didn't believe that it was enough. She had gotten directives from Gregory the Great about this Sensei but she didn't think she would need it until she saw signs that her son might not be able to have a normal life if he continued without someone who understood his

LYRA. I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy as if rooted to the spot. The rogue's eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, their teeth bared in a snarl. I raised my hands, palms facing them, and summoned a weak burst of energy to defend myself. But he was too strong, too fast. He knocked my hands aside and pinned me against the wall, his claws digging into my shoulders. I struggled, kicking and squirming, but he was too strong. A fist slammed into my stomach, and I gasped for air. Another blow struck my head, and everything went blurry. I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip.

Faye added. She held out her hand and smiled when a firefly hovered over her palm. "And the war broke out when the Lycans found out." "So you know plenty." Emris cocked his head. "I do. Except the part about Lycans having magical abilities. I haven't seen that yet." "And why do you want to see it?" "Curiosity?" She shrugged. "For a race with beastly transformation and magic, you guys are awfully quiet. I haven't seen one show of magic since I arrived."

I could almost physically feel the fury of my elder brothers resting on me, but even in their anger, they all managed to compose themselves before the dying Lycan King. All except one, the eldest, Thorne. His princely robes shred to pieces as every bone in his body enlarged, transforming him into Dagger, his fierce wolf. He had pounced on me, his claws slashing the skin on my face. I quickly shifted and threw him off me, making an attack. Thorne's wolf was large, but his laziness and lack of interest in fighting battles and harnessing his skills made Dagger weak. It didn't take long for me to pin him down and I held him till he shifted back to his human form, his torn robe clinging to his bo

The arena doors opened slowly ahead of them. Not the main entrance. Not from the camera side. From the side the fighters use. And then—he heard it. At first just scattered voices. Then a rising roar. Then something that wasn't just noise—but a name: "ICEBLUE FIST!" "ICEBLUE! ICEBLUE!" Something twisted in his gut. Not because of the name—he'd chosen it. Or rather, accepted that others had chosen it for him. But because of how it was said now. Not mockingly.

queen Eleanor asked. “CLASH OF THE BATTLE VALLEY EMPIRES.” He replied quicky and after he regreted it. Because, the expression on their faces clearly showed that they did not understand the title until he read it aloud for them. He wanted to know why they were very stunned by it but he knew it was not his place to ask. Lady Elizabeth looked at Queen Eleanor with a face of triumph. She turned towards him and asked him if there were anything else eye-catching but he said no. Silence filled the room. And he felt a discomfort he had not felt since he entered theplace.