Espada Ulquiorra Cifer Novels & Stories

"LANDO is the popular name but since we gon' be partners soon, My name is SUAREZ. Nice meeting you, Leona Grande and welcome to my world!" He laughed once more and sticks the cigar in between his teeth. Whoever this Lando is, he sure is dangerous, no wonder he was feared that much the first time I saw him. Now I fear him too. How did I end up in this mess? Is my life ever going to be better? The more the days roll by, the more my problems got worse. I wonder when all this will be over but that'll be probably after my demise I guess.

The office smells of stale scotch and despair. Aureliano is still sitting behind his desk, his head in his hands. Spadino is on the floor, curled into a ball against the bookshelf, staring at nothing. Ciro is standing by the window. He has been silent for ten minutes. He has been staring at his reflection in the glass, watching the monster stare back. But Ciro isn't just a monster. He is an Enforcer. And Enforcers look for loopholes.

The goal was to give the Robotias a taste of what real fear was. “Are you threatening me? Haha! It’s still uncertain who will die!” Lufian grinned. He accelerated again and came behind the last Lv 6 to punch it in the back. Boom! Another Overlord Robotia disintegrated. The red crystal hub appeared in front of Lufian’s eyes. Once again, he grabbed and crushed it. Back then, Elora could not even hurt a Lv 6 with her Emerald Lotus Sword, but now, it was so vulnerable in front of Lufian.

Eric manipulated his dome into the main floor of the fortress before being for to release it as we fell to the ground. "Looks like that plan worked after all," Rick said, "Your quite right, primal," Ciph said as he appeared at the top of afore story throne similar to the one Ethos had. 1 You ominous have a front row seat to watching my species wipe out yours," Chapter Xx The Finisher So this turned out to be our "main bad for our third installment. Facing off against a snarky android with all of our powers combined. "Glad you kids could join us," Ciph said. "I prefer having an audience to witness me and my reapers take control,"

Metal gleamed inside. Small instruments arranged neatly in velvet. Pliers. Thin blades. Delicate tools that looked almost surgical if not for how terribly out of place they felt in a home filled with warm light and morning coffee. The man went pale. “No… no, listen—” His voice broke. “I fixed it already. The shipment will arrive tonight. I swear—” Ciro tilted his head slightly, studying him with mild curiosity. “You misunderstand,” he said calmly. His voice never rose. “Quella conversazione è finita quando hai scelto di venire qui.” [That conversation ended when you chose to come here.]

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

"I was going crazy, but I didn't show it. I waited for the right moment to execute my plan." My head is throbbing as I keep hearing all what he had endured. Why they did this to him. He didn't deserve this. Eren sighs more determinedly this time. "By the end of the third year, the favorable mission finally came. I was ordered to kill the leader mafia of the enemy gang to which they owed millions. It was to prove them that I was really one of them, to make them proud that we were all of the same blood. But I would never be able to kill someone in my life."

Sharp eyes, sharper tongue. “Thought you were dead,” she said flatly. “Disappointed I’m not?” Rafael replied. Kira smirked. “Only if it means less chaos.” Next was Lucien Marek, a hacker so infamous his name was whispered in both intelligence and mafia circles. His black nail polish gleamed as he offered Sophia a lopsided grin. “So you’re the woman who turned the Reaper into a man again.” Sophia raised a brow. “Depends on the day.”

I muttered to Santiago as I stepped out of the car. "They will the moment you open your mouth," he said. I walked forward, the sound of my shoes cutting through the stillness. Five of them stepped forward. Their leader, Cuchillo, was a man who believed in loud fashion and louder threats. He wore a blood-red leather jacket and had a scar that looked like a crescent moon slashed across his jaw. "Fernando Ramirez," Cuchillo called, his arms spread like a man greeting a lover. "You honor us."

After Ulva's presence betrayed him, he raised his hand and produced a spear enveloped in black lightning. This superior-quality spiritual treasure exuded a menacing aura. It was adorned by a bloodthirsty glow, as well as the anguished cries of countless innocent souls. Ulva, a gold-medal assassin of Greatflare's assassin organization known as Dragnet Association, was able to showcase his remarkable talent after honing his skills for thirty years. However, the significant resources required for advancement in the Greatflare were monopolized by Greatflare's royals. Despite his exceptional abilities, Ulva had been entangled in conflicts with the royals and found himself stripped of these resour