Romans & histoires Fullmetal Alchemist Lieutenant Hawkeye

Arnold fired back, his pride clearly bruised. "Do you even know who he is? That’s Alpha Hunter—the leader of the Astral Guardians! You better stop while you still can!" one of the soldiers blurted out. The words hit the group like a bucket of ice-cold water. The soldiers froze, their eyes darting to the young man in front of them. "A-Alpha...?" they stammered, scrambling awkwardly to fix their stance and straighten their sloppy uniforms. "You’ve got less than a minute to clear out," Hunter said coldly. He glanced down at his wristwatch, prompting the women to make a mad dash out of the barracks in a panic. Arnold, however, stayed rooted to the ground, utterly stunned.

Lieutenant 72 reported. I turned around to face her, my eyes meeting the determined gaze of the brown-haired Elf. “Great work, 72. Keep that up and you could make Commander in a few years,” I said, offering her a soft smile. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she tried to hide her blush. “Thank you, Commander,” Lieutenant 72 replied, her voice barely above a whisper. I turned back to face the road, the corners of my mouth still curved in a smile. As we neared the luxurious Manor, the atmosphere grew more tense. The private road to the estate was lined with ancient trees whose branches intertwined overhead. I prepared to punch in our crucial code to activate the underground tunnel access,

Her face was clear and beautiful, framed by short black hair, and her skin was pale. However, she wasn't some delicate woman. In those long, narrow eyes flashed a cold, steely light. She was a peak fifth-tier transcendent. To be that powerful at her age was freakish talent. "Marshal Snow, you've got Prince Freddie's Beast Supreme Bone Spur, but carrying it around isn't exactly convenient. A High Marshal lugging a giant bone spike around doesn't look great. "So, I picked an elite female lieutenant commander from the Imperial Guard for you. Her name is Aldreda Cavell."

The loss of my mother is not the only ghost that haunts my father. He opens the map up and spreads it upon the hood of our truck. We know better than to interrupt him while he works, as he puzzles things out in his head. He grabs a felt tip marker from his pocket as he studies the map. Wolfe and Clay stand around their own vehicle at the next pump like obedient pups at their masters heel, awaiting that next command. The one in charge of their group in absentia of my father, is Hawke. He is a middle aged, the strong but silent type, with a deadly cool demeanor, and calm under pressure. His skin is dark like the night, his eyes clear grey like the moon, and he’s the best damn tracker in the pa

For it was more prudent to do this. “I guess I owe you more now,” the young man lifted his head to reveal his handsome features. His green eyes stared intently at the Brute King’s figure with a bit of adoration. His complexion was darker than a regular inhabitant of the Mainland and his aura carried a great demonic smell. This young man was the last member of the Silver Wolves; the one the others had never met yet only knew; he was the team’s alchemist and the first person on Zandor to experience the Second Awakening; his name was Legion!

“I don’t see why I should. They were perfectly fine talking with me before you came.” “Kate, please,” I said, my tone firm. “This isn’t up for debate.” She hesitated, but my annoyed expression must have convinced her. With a huff, she spun around and left, casting one last glare over her shoulder. Once she was gone, I focused on the two warriors, keeping my tone steady. “What are you doing in my home?” The taller of the two men, a grizzled warrior with a scar down his cheek, met my gaze steadily. “I'm General Luther and this is Lieutenant Charles, We’re here with a message from Alpha Dante."

Every advance they made was answered with a wall of teeth and steel. And then I saw him. Not Kaelus. Not yet. But one of his lieutenants—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in blackened armor etched with blood-red runes that pulsed faintly with dark magic. His presence alone made the air colder, heavier. He cut through my warriors with brutal precision, his blade a streak of crimson light as he carved a direct path toward me. "Luna— I mean, Alpha Elara!" he called out over the din, his voice carrying with unsettling calm. "The Alpha sends his regards."

"Sorry to interrupt, Alpha, but we also have an audience with King Renald's second and third-in-command, the Douches..." "It's Duche," a voice bellowed behind them. "Like a Dutch oven." Everyone turned to see Commander Duche and his brother Lieutenant Duche approaching them. They were a chip off the old gladiator block. They were both tall, stacked with muscles that hid under the armor made of dwarven steel, and no doubt enchanted, Laurie sensed. Lieutenant Duche had light blonde hair, powdered blue eyes, and clean-shaven chiseled features-not that Laurie noticed-made others around him not take him too seriously. Commander Duche resembled him, but age was starting to pull at him.

“Is there a problem?” The scarred bartender practically bowed over the counter. “Alpha Hawke. No problem at all, sir.” Alpha Hawke. The name hit hard. Whispers spread quickly. The three wolves muttered frantic apologies and vanished into the crowd. I tried to pull away, legs unsteady. His arm tightened a little. “You are either very brave or very drunk,” he murmured, lips curving slightly. “Both,” I rasped. His chuckle was warm against my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “Dangerous combination.”

Not like this. Then I saw him. One of the Alpha King’s lieutenants, larger than the others, carrying a blackened spear tipped with silver. He cut a path straight toward Kael, his eyes locked on my mate. A roar ripped from my chest as I charged. The lieutenant swung too fast, the spear grazing my side as I barreled into him. Pain flared white-hot, but I used the momentum, throwing him off balance and pinning him. Kael was there a second later, finishing him with a savage bite. His wolf turned to me, his eyes burning, wild with fear for me, not the enemy.