Novel & Cerita Fate/stay Night Unlimited Blade Works 2

He pointed. My blood boiled with anger, as he continued to spill out his nonsense. "You think this is just about power, huh? You're blind, Declan. My Luna is not a pawn for your useless game. She's my mate, and of course, you won't understand since you have always been self-centred and the only person you care about is yourself.” I hissed, struggling to contain the fury threatening to consume me, “When are you going to grow up, Declan?”

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

Blade growled ferociously, giving off a strong vibration through the room. “No! Not until one of you comes to your senses! A union between an Alpha of all people, and human could never work! I’ll be calling a counsel meeting soon, and you know what? By the next full moon, you’d be taking that wretched whore, Natalie, as your mate. Even that cheap thing would be a better option than this sac of bones and weakness.” Blade let out a bitter chuckle, and it sent a cold shiver down my spine. “I’d love to see you make me. But know that when this leads to chaos, you started it by rejecting my mate - your future Luna.”

From these minuscule threads, I wove something grander—a hundred blades conjured from their essence. I did it! Raising my hands, I conjured the blades from the ground, as if plucking roots from the soil. The earth and rocks cracked open, yielding forth an arsenal of blades. With a gesture, a torrent of a hundred swords surged toward the unsuspecting foes. This was my reckoning! Despite Kenru and Killan's combined assault, most of Lady Montay's warriors stood resolute, untouched by the chaos they witnessed. They were likely legendary combatants, their might impervious to the combined force of Kenru, Killan, Borracho, and Rouma.

Worst, it seemed that their numbers were infinite. Blade started moving. In a blink of an eye, the tides turned in their favor. He finally moved and killed our allies one by one. Sometimes he killed two or three at the same time. Blood covered his whole body. He is still in his human form. His eyes bore vengeance and lust for murder. He kills as though he was only dancing to the beat of the music. Truly, he is one powerful wolf. I glanced at our allies. I witnessed them die one by one.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Madeline’s eyes widened. “Really?” I nodded. First, I took her to the bathhouse for a proper wash. Then we bought her two new outfits to replace the dirty ones she’d been wearing. After that, we went to a hair salon and got her a neat bob haircut. Madeline stared at her reflection. It was as if she had become a completely different person. “Will he like me now?” I shook my head. “This is just the first step.” “What’s the second step?”

pretty good. Early the next morning, Marco woke me up. He held a dumbbell in one hand, the thin fabric of his shirt unable to conceal his muscular arm. With his other hand, he gently tucked the blanket around me. "You can sleep for ten more minutes. Then we need to get up and go out for breakfast. Today, the Boss will grant us his blessing. This is a ceremony that we can't decline." Blushing, I lifted the blanket and explained shyly, "I don't usually sleep in this late. It is just that..."

Instead of offering it hilt first, he reversed it and placed the bone blade across both her palms. “This is the Blade of First Blood,” he explained. “During the rite, the Luna draws a single drop from her Alpha’s palm and offers it to the moon. The pack tastes the bond through shared earth and sky.” Ashley closed her fingers around the hilt. The bone felt warm, almost alive. “And if I refuse?” His lips curved. “Then the rite fails, and we start over tomorrow night. And the night after. Until the Goddess is satisfied.” She smiled despite the solemnity. “Stubborn.”