Fullmetal Alchemist Lieutenant Hawkeye Novels & Stories

The low-ranked wolves in the cavern instantly went dead silent, dropping their heads and working with frantic, terrified speed. Lieutenant Kael, Elaria’s second-in-command, strode down the central walkway. His iron armor clanked loudly, and his whip hung loosely from his leather belt. Two Ironclaw warriors followed him, their expressions filled with casual disgust for the subterranean laborers. "Which one of you lazy dogs managed the midday supply intake?" Kael roared, his dominant Alpha aura flaring, forcing several of the younger Omega maids to drop to their knees in submission.

I adjusted the heavy fur collar of my cloak and spit into the grass, while my second-in-command, a scarred wolf named Garrow, rode up beside me with a look of pure disbelief on his face. "Alpha, we’ve lost forty men in the last ten minutes alone and that hybrid girl isn't even slowing down, so if we don't do something soon, the morale of the front line is going to break before we even reach the main gates," Garrow said, while he pointed his spear toward the spot where the Huntress was currently gutting two of our scouts at the same time.

explosion of life. Leo Hawke, now a man of thirty-six with a "Strong Frame" and "Chiseled" features that mirrored his father’s, stood on the ridge overlooking the Missouri River. He didn't carry a "Neural-Node" or a "Zero-Point" scanner. In his hand was a "Mechanical" sextant and a leather-bound journal—the "Legacy" of the Seven-Star Vault. The Geography of the Network

A commander with thicker armor, adorned with faint red runes, stepped forward from the ranks of the newly arrived patrol. His sharp eyes, visible through the slit of his helmet, swept over the scene of carnage—the scattered corpses of guards and beasts—before finally settling on the lone figure of 'Kaelan' standing amidst the chaos. "What happened here?!" he barked, his loud, authoritative voice echoing through the silent canyon, cutting through the howl of the wind. Rayden lifted his head slowly, putting on a well-rehearsed expression of shock and exhaustion. He pointed a trembling hand toward the carcass of the Jade-Horned Wolf.

"Duck!" I acquitted the arrow after Lieutenant William dived his head meager. Moreover, the shaft honed stabbed the Black Vulture, making it unleash a tawdry yelp of pain. "I told you, Hood! We are no match for them! Evacuating is barely the choice we have!" Startled, Hood glanced at me before diverting his scrutiny to Lieutenant William. "We can't defeat these Black Vultures. Every damn time we kill one, the various lineage would approach." I said while gritting my teeth as I shot another arrow.

Pumunta sa una ang lalaki at yumuko. Hellios handed the Director a dagger and made a small cut on the guy's neck. Eli winced a bit. The Director took out a vial containing the blood from Eli's neck. “Welcome to the Legion, Lie, Manslayer 110.” He did the same thing on the next one. “Atticus Hart. Welcome to the Legion, Rhodes, Manslayer 111. Marcelina Farren, we welcome you to the Legion, Vixen, Manslayer 112.”

We were here to fill graves, not ranks. A sudden hush fell over the courtyard as I stood waiting for orders. That’s when I saw him. The Alpha Prince of Nethian. Lucian Draxon. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, tall and impossibly composed, his black hair gleaming beneath the pale sun. Tattoos coiled up his arms and neck like living vines, disappearing beneath his dark uniform. His violet eyes—unnatural and otherworldly—swept over the conscripts, cold and calculating.

"Force Chika Whitmore to interface with this terminal immediately." "The vanguard leader is currently offline, probably clearing his system in the washroom," the drunken lieutenant replied, her words heavily slurred as she leaned against the wall. Confused by the military encryption, she queried, "Identify your unit signature, caller." Glancing down at the screen, which simply read 'Lucien', she waited for verification. "I am his legal contract mate and the Alpha Vanguard of his house," Lucien replied with lethal coldness. "And I have just entered your sector to reclaim my property."

He says and reaches for the intercom on the counter but stops when a big burly man walks down the stairs. "There he is– Lieutenant." He calls The burly man lazily glances in our direction. His eyes, however, turn hostile the moment they lock on to mine but he instantly covers it up with a smile and changes direction, walking toward us. "Alpha Quinn. I was just about to call you." He says with a fake smile. I examine him as he walks towards us and my suspicion is further confirmed when Kane growls inside me. 'He's a wereape.' I say to Henrik and Eric through our mind link

the man pointed out blankly, "we have watched you. You hunt, you run, you sleep, you watch. What do you want?" I remained silent partly because I couldn't speak and partly because had nothing to say. "Speak or this will end badly for you," he spoke with an air of authority surrounding him. I quickly deduced that he wasn't just any man. He was their Alpha. Or as they called it, their chief. But he was young, so maybe the son of the chief, the one that would soon take the place of the leader of their tribe. Slowly but purposely, I unfurled my fingers from around the steering wheel. With precise movements, I exited the jeep and took five cautious steps forward until I was face to face with the