Romans & histoires Fullmetal Alchemist Lieutenant Hawkeye

He was accompanied by a charming woman dressed in a mink coat, nude pantyhose, and leather boots. Demi didn’t know those people, but he had a feeling that they were no ordinary people. Halbart was the name of the elderly gentleman. He was a first-class warrior in the ancient martial arts world thirty years ago. Twenty years before that, Halbart had been the War God that defended his country. He had now joined Dragun Squad as an agent and happened to be the squad's secret weapon.

There were three positions that trumped a Lycan warrior. Alpha, Luna, and Beta. With an extra skip in my step, I ushered Hakeem forward, planting him between Nox and me. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his forehead. “Hakeem Wilson, do you accept your Alpha’s call?” His spine straightened as he lifted his head and said, “Yes, Alpha. I accept your call.”

She gazed towards the faminine voice that came from a figure wearing a blood red Armor. "Never really thought the prodigies of clan Phoenix Gods would grace us with their presence!" She limped a step forward and spoke as clearly as possible, "Lieutenant Grisha Fowler, would you mind telling your team members to drop their guard!"

They shared the same type of physique and the same face shape and features; the only thing that made them slightly different, other than the fact that William was young, was that the Alpha had dark blond hair, while William had adopted the light blond color from his mother's family. "This is Snow Blake," said Beta Henry, who was sitting next to him, and both the Alpha and Delta, who was standing and on guard behind the Alpha, nodded. "It's nice to meet you, Snow," said Alpha Hudson, and I nodded. "The pleasure is mine, sir," I replied in a friendly manner. "Well, I summoned you along with my son because we need to know the details of the attack," the Alpha said, and I nodded. "According to p

Izzie just stared at it, her thumbs running across the embroidery of the crest in astonishment. Francis had handed her an Elite issue hoodie. Did that mean she was now....? Opening it up a little further she saw it. Long, shiny and devilishly sharp. The Elite blade. The dagger she had dreams about for all these years. She picked it up with shaking hands it felt heavy and deadly in her hands. The handle was engraved with the Guild Elite Crest and the blade adorned with protection runes.

I ask because I really want to know. She swallows, "oh no doubt I'm starving, but this," she points the fork to the food, "it's amazing." I smile at her and continue, "there is a title that is right next to mine, but we'll come back to that," she nods and continues eating. "Next is Beta Chris, he's my second in command, he provide support and intell, like the VP of a human company. His mate is Beta Cynthia, my sister. Then there is Gamma Steve and he's mated to Leah and her title is Gamma Leah. So the Beta and Gamma work directly under me. The Gamma is like the head of our Army, he's in charge of warrior training, patrols and guards." She takes a long drink of her water and sits back.

Leo said, appearing at my side. My son looked more like a scholar than a soldier today. His indigo runes were subtle, acting as a quiet internal compass. He pointed toward a large stone hall where a man named Gunnar—a former lieutenant of Valerius who had survived the Fall—was addressing a crowd of "Awakened" warriors.

Rowan says low as we step out, “composure.” “Always.” Cameron replies. Kael’s gaze flicks between us. “We’ll coordinate the rest.” They peel away down the opposite corridor. It leaves just the two of us. The moment stretches - quiet but not private. Then footsteps approach from the main hall. A Blackridge wolf I recognize from the combat - tall, scar over his left brow, one of Alaric’s former lieutenants - slows when he reaches us. His posture is careful. Respectful. But not submissive.