Fate Avenger Class Novels & Stories

All of us were divided based on our factions; The Canine, The Dawn, The Sabletail, The Wildridge, and The Averrant. The Canine; were the ‘combat ones.’ Their lines were usually related to fighting and body strengthening. The canine was good at combat, weapons, tactics, and more related to their role as fighters; however, they were weak in terms of magic. The Dawn; are the ‘defender ones,’ their lines were usually related to protection and defenses, but it will take lots of effort to become one of them; Dawn was one of the factions that are very hard to impart. Everyone can be strong, but not everyone can defend and protect without prioritizing their emotions; however, it always comes with a

They will all cry of blood and beg but no mercy. My heart suddenly felt a spung of pain but I neglect it. My tears are already in my eyes but I controlled it so much not to flow in my face. my hands are trembling with such anger but nothing can erase it. I tried to calm but as I remember those flowers, animals and the forest being burned with no mercy, my heart instantly feel agony. I felt deep pity for the lost lives that humans didn't realize. I felt deep anger to those who did that such crime. Maybe he was happy that he hurt the feelings of the owner by doing revenge in those flowers, but time will come he will die in frint of me. I unconsciously kneeled because of sympathy I can't hold o

Together, they made up a group of riders! “Headless?” Zephyr frowned as he noticed the riders atop these skeletal horses. The armored riders seemed normal enough, save for their lack of a head. None of them had their heads. As he looked closer, there were about ten or so riders, each carrying a potent air with them, crushing Zephyr somewhat from their presence. “Based on their signature, it would seem each of them was an Agile of level four. They were different from the blizzard vampires before, on battle power at least… Each of them seems to be on par with the Ice King!”

Thelma said with so much anger. Cindy stopped in her tracks and said, “First of all, who do you think you are to walk into my space and accuse me of things you have no idea of? I look at you and all I feel is pity… you trail after Lisa like some lost puppy, trying to fit into a life that you have barely worked for…” She took a step closer, looking so intimidating that Thelma actually took a step back out of shock. “… and then you call me a gold digger, but take a look at yourself and tell me who the cap fits better. Freaking wannabe like you.” She spat out the words venomously, meaning every word. For the first time in her life, Cindy realised that she was no longer afraid of the two women s

"We'll need to be ruthless if we're going to take them down." Alex nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'll make sure the rogues are ready," he said. “We'll strike hard and fast, and Cane's pack won't know what hit them." I smiled, feeling a sense of anticipation build inside me. I had a personal stake in this, a vendetta against Ava that went far beyond just a desire for power. I vowed that Ava would never sit comfortably as Luna, that she would never know a moment's peace. And with Alpha Fred's army backing us up, I knew we had a good chance of succeeding.

I looked at my Splatoon Smartwatch, showing all my Fate Grand Order info on it. I used my Galeemic Scan ability at Octo Callie, once my Galeemic Scan was finished at look at my Splatoon Smartwatch “Octo Callie, Class: Caster, Status; Manipulated by Corona”, Meridia was amazed to see what I was doing, “just as I suspected, looks like everyone within my sanctuary just got manipulated by Corona my usurper, this will be hard, tough and dangerous but I know for a fact that Corona will be defeated, Callie is a Caster classed servant according to my Splatoon smartwatch holding info on Fate/Grand Order data. Casters are effective against Assassin-classed servants but weak towards Rider-classed serva

“Its power signature… it’s not A-Class anymore. It’s breached S-Class.” I glanced at him. His face was pale under the grime, his knuckles white on the hilt of his sword. I’d never seen him look truly scared before. Wary, yes. Cautious. This was different. This was the look of a man reading his own obituary. “An A-Class Instance spawning an S-Class boss?” Marcus rumbled, his tactical vest creaking as he shifted his weight. “Statistically anomalous. Catastrophically so.”

Mane didn’t see the dagger, so he didn’t pay it any heed. He concentrated all his efforts on the head he was holding. “Status,” he softly mumbled and proceeded to look at the physical attributes of the deceased lady. Name: Unknown Age: 33 Physical Attributes – Strength: 2.7 Agility: 3.8 Stamina: 3.2 Path: Agility Oriented New Type

Is everything somehow my fault? Such questions left an aching hole in Luna's chest, and before she realized it, they had finally reached their Combatant class. Sitting in the university arena stadium, the students saw Professor Bain, and behind him stood four people. "Welcome to another day of Combatant class! Now that we have the exhibition match results, each of you will be placed in the class that suits you best. There are five classes: Magic-Caster, Weaponry, Beast-Tamer, Martial Arts, and Assassin."

The rogue's eyes were feral as it charged towards us. “Get back!” I commanded, moving in front of the children since I knew there wasn't much I could do without Amra. Rafe shifted into his wolf and attacked, but the rogue dodged, heading straight for me. It pushed its claws out, killing its intention. Luckily for me, I evaded just in time, and it landed just behind me. One of the child minders shifted and went straight for the rogue's throat. The rogue wasn't paying attention to this since he was going straight for my throat. Just as he lunged for my throat, she launched hers last at him.