Fullmetal Alchemist Greed Novels & Stories

"I want the path through their magical wards. Name your price in gold, territory, or blood-slaves,and you’ll have it." Gideon slowly lowered his boots to the floor. He leaned forward, resting his scarred forearms on the steel table. The arrogance kind of slid off him, replaced by something icy and carefully planned , almost greedy. "I don’t want your money, Alpha. And I don’t want land," Gideon sneered. "I hunt monsters. To kill the worst ones , I need the best tools. Weapons forged from things that don’t exist anymore." Gideon’s pale yellow eyes flicked to me, like I was just another lever he could pull.

Barred from trains and planes, he was unable to find work. They said he’d tried to end his life, failed, and became homeless, living in corners of the city. He now existed only as a shadow in the city, unnoticed and forgotten. No one remembered he used to be a boss or how arrogant and calculating he was. I watched the direction he had disappeared into. For the first time, my last trace of emotion was gone. I realized that not all evildoers meet karmic justice. More often, they weave their own cocoon of ruin. Step by step, their greed, selfishness, ingratitude, and betrayal drive them to the edge.

I leisurely swirled the wine in my glass and asked calmly, "What's the matter, Mitchell? Haven't I already paid the down payment for all the penthouses? What else are you not satisfied with?" Mitchell was so angry that his frown deepened even more. "You said that you paid for the down payment? What the actual fuck, Violet Winters? Are you fucking out of your mind? "You took out online loans for us! The kind with sky-high interest rates! Usury! You're putting all of us millions in debt! And you dare to call this a down payment?" "Yeah, down payment," I said, still as calm as ever. "You each have a penthouse to your name. You'd all probably only have peace of mind if the place you lived in was

"THE MEAL IS NO LONGER BLOOD. THE MEAL IS ATTENTION. GIVE US YOUR MEMORIES, AND WE WILL GIVE YOU THE ETERNAL NOON" The Grey Pack warriors began to cheer, their cheers turning into physical gold coins that showered the village. As they "Bought Into" the Blood-Lord’s broadcast, their iridescent fur turned a solid, unmoving silver—the "Ideal" model from the Archive. "They're selling their souls for a better resolution!" Leo shouted, his runes turning a frantic, flickering violet. "Mother, we have to stop the feed!" "How?" I asked. "I can't burn a cloud with a wooden key."

it kept me from losing my head completely. Four walls could do that to you. Four walls, no magic and no dragon! “Thalia Red is dead, and the clan Red Thunder wants blood. This is the time to move in, father. Everything is going to collapse, and along with it, the reign of the Firestorms would be over.” I could hear the unexplained glee in his voice. A friend. A lover. A traitor. A cheat. He had worn many faces, but through all the faces, one thing was always obvious. His greed. He was a greedy man, and I knew that his greed had made him a glutton.

I wish Alfred were here to see that the Rockfellers are not the wolves in this story and that there is truth to their feelings, especially Richard's, which and yet I chose to leave, because I would choose him, my alpha. I end up experiencing nostalgia and a sudden need to have something to feel him closer. But, it is a mistake to look at the stones in my hands. Since the feeling lasts so briefly, and I soon remember what they represent, a need to get rid of them soon adds up. And in the end, no one wants to have greed as a companion, it leads us down dark paths. Besides, there is no telling how much it would arouse the fury of the guardians.

They dropped it on the table before bowing and making their way out. Griffon opened the lid of the chest to reveal gold coins spilling from the edges. Immediately the men rushed the coins feeling them and even going as far as to smell them. Their eyes grew bigger as they stuffed the coins into their pockets greedily, completely forgetting their meals. "I hope this is enough to appease your men" Elder Azalia smiled proud of the reaction she seemed certain to get. Vandal continued to munch on his food not looking up once. I wondered if he had heard her at all and if he did why he wasn't reacting. It was terrifying how still he remained. Then in an instant his mood shifted I could tell by the c

Listening to Lord Gula's stories and meeting you now and speaking with you and with my own power I can see you are wrong. Ban: And why would I be wrong? Lux : Because you are Greed. You are not doing it just for love. It's all for yourself. You were a nobody back in your world but ever since you came here things have been going extremely well for you. You adapted to this world too fast and you just can't get enough. This world is hell for a human yet you are enjoying yourself quite a bit. Fate is really doing its work. Ban: What are you talking about?

I thought we were far from betraying each other but again, she lied. I grit my teeth, annoyed that the pain in my heart is too much to handle over the pain in my flesh. She cuts me deep, literally outside and inside of my body. If only she knew, though. If only she knew that there is no saving from me being a monstrous creature because of my greed. I am the greed itself, it doesn’t control but I control it. I manage it and I envisioned my greed to flows in every direction of this world. “ You’ll probably have to do stitches over that,” Alpha Zac muttered, breaking the silence that envelopes us for the whole hour of the ride.

In this moment, his blue eyes communicate his greed for Sin's throne and power. He isn't as tall or big as the other six, and he isn't any close to Sin's body mass, but he doesn't let this stop him from standing eerily close to Sin and sticking a provoking look in the King's face. “And what if you made us?” Greed asks, his dark hair dangling over his blue eyes. "You think you can destroy us, then?" Curiously, I bounce my eyes between the two. Things are a little calm. But I am smart enough to know this is the calm before the storm, before a very bloody storm.