Novel & Cerita Fate/stay Night Unlimited Blade Works Archer

I was fed up with the silent treatment. “Based on the numerous training we've conducted, me and Rowan have concluded that your best weapon is an arrow by far. So therefore we will be testing you on how to use it even better” Zayne finished speaking, I was relieved I had an idea of what I was going to do. Use a bow and an arrow. “Rowan will get a sharper blade for the arrow. A blade that easily penetrates through any skin, be it vampire or werewolf. But for now you will only use the ordinary arrows. These ones are only capable of killing humans”

"You're dreaming. We're still mates. Even if you go to the alliance to dissolve our bond, I'll never sign it off!" Amy gasped dramatically. "By the Goddess! How can a Luna betray her mate like this? Aren't you afraid of being judged by the entire werewolf community?" That only boosted Johnny's confidence. He scoffed and looked down at me. "Carla, I never thought you'd go so far just for my attention. You even broke our bond while the contract is still valid! I'm really disappointed in you. I think Amy should take over as Luna for now. You'd better spend the next few days reflecting on what you have done."

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.

BLADE. “But your mate is a strong one,” Lucy added as she smiled warmly before pointing at me. “And you... are her best talisman. You’re keeping Althea strong, Blade. So never underestimate your part in this fight.” “We got this. We have each other.” Stone added, and I nodded my head. “I can shield the whole territory, but I need your blood. Put her to bed, and I can take your blood after.” Patrea said. “No. Take now. I don’t want to leave her alone tonight.”

The blade sliced into him like cutting through softened butter. ‘Ouch. Sounded like that hurt him if his prepubescent girly scream was any indication,’ Zeus said snorting. I would have to agree with my wolf on that one for certain. My body jumped backwards, giving me enough room to get my staff into proper rotation. The reason that I chose this as my weapon to specialize in was because of its versatility. It did not matter which end hit your opponent because both would do equal damage. Once you got it into rotation, it became a spinning wheel of doom. If you wanted two weapons, then you could unfasten them, giving you dual blades.

They were the Arch-Logic-Arbiters—the final guardians of the planetary code. ​“Triage is over,” I whispered, drawing my obsidian blade one last time, the edge now glowing with a steady, iridescent violet light. “It’s time for the surgery.”

Master Shen shouted. We didn't hold back anymore. We attacked all at once! "WIND PIERCING!" Aria shot sharp air blades. "HOLY BLADE!" Isabella created a sword of light and threw it. "VOLKOV RAIN!" I fired my guns continuously, bullets filled with dark energy. "ANCIENT SEALING ART!" Master Shen threw glowing talismans that exploded on contact. Everything hit Zeref at the same time! A massive explosion covered the entire area!

Lyra whispered, “Oh gods… he’s the one the Architect was afraid of.” Aria readied her blade. But it no longer glowed. It had burned out in the last strike. The figure smiled. “No blade can stop me now.”

Familiar. The prophecy. The same one that had dogged my steps since I was a girl too sharp-tongued and too strange for her coven. The one I had tried to outrun when I chose love over lineage, war over silence. It had always been there. But now it had a heartbeat. A name. Archer. "They think fate is something you can pass like a crown," I whispered. "Like inheritance. But fate is not gold. It's a blade." His lips curled in something almost like a smile, though it was bitter and laced with iron. "Then let them learn we raised a weapon."