Honkai Impact 3rd Herrscher Novels & Stories

"I'll be happy to share details at a later time. For now, I'll keep it simple: we kill Herrick and Cade. His Epsilon will fall apart into chaos. If his own packmates are loyal beyond death, they will engage our army. If they are victims, they will use this chance to flee. Our soldiers will recognize that and act accordingly—meaning they will do whatever it takes to either fight that threat or make sure those that flee escape to freedom. Trust me, we have thought of just about everything." "'Just about,'" noted Raisa sharply. "If we intended to win this—'we' being someone you will explain further, and 'this' referring to a third party about to engage Connor who has defeated countless packs no

James clenched his fist and jaw. When the three saw the person, they also stepped back because the person’s aura was terrifying. It oppressed them. Besides, they knew the person. He was the Young Master of Mount Heavenly Path, and his existence itself was frightening. Putting the background of Mount Heavenly Path aside, Herschel was a Terra Ancestral God himself. In addition to that, he could fight against Caelum Ancestral God powerhouses. The three were suspicious of him. Why was the Young Master of Mount Heavenly Path here?

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.

Like someone mocking my existance and i vaguely saw his annoying smirk. Soldier A: Beast King. Urgent news. Beast King: What is it? Soldier A: A mysterious city appear out of nowhere in the hukan continent. Beast King: So that where this annoying feeling from... Everyone prepare for the battle. Move out, our target Human Continent. ---------------------------------------------------------------- 3rd person PoV

I pressed our hands together and Link tried to pull his hand away. “Lincoln Houseman, you are now recognized as the Sire of the Princeton Lair. Emily Harris Houseman is accepted as your true Drakaina. I have no need to ask you to repeat the oath, I know that you will uphold it,” Typhon said. “Wait, why?” Link asked me. “It’s your time to lead Link,” I said.

The third-grade worlds were not worthy of standing on the same field as them at all. They were enjoying criticizing the third-grade world. They insulted the third-grade world constantly. After talking for a long time, Manuel interrupted Marc. "Let's stop talking about that first. We can't forget our job. We'll be punished if there are any mistakes. It's already four hours, where's Hector? Could something have happened along the way?" Marc smiled and said, "How could anything have happened? Hector is still an inner disciple of a holy grade clan. Among the warriors from the third-grade worlds, only the strongest of them would be able to stand up to Hector. I think you're being too worried."

"So, the third day of the event started!" It was the fourth day of the event and they now got a chance to make their story more entertaining. Neu and Nimura try to give the story a read and they didn't think that the story was bad. But Neu asks Hikari "There is no magic in this story?" Hikari nodded his head and says "Well, based on the game. There is no magic-user, but maybe I will try to change it a little bit since you're asking me that." Hikari tries to make a change and told Neu and Nimura to wait for it.

Hunter had a lot of groveling to do and last night was just a start. Walking out to the training field today I knew I had a challenge awaiting me. The three men Hunter had brought with him were warlocks and they were about ready to put my abilities to the test. The oldest of the three stepped forward introducing himself as Eric. I could tell he was the oldest by the hint of grey that mingled through his hair showing that he was the eldest and the wisest of the three. Rick was the next to introduce himself and he must have been the middle of the three brothers. He seemed more reserved to the other two, but I knew the quiet ones were the ones to keep an eye on.

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”

I understand the council wants the information about Pilso's death to be fresh, but I am ready to be alone. Nole falls silent after he reads my energy and we all refocus on the door. After a few minutes, a female Puelo finally opens it. "Council member Hik has asked for the three of you," she says and we wordlessly follow her through the door. Hik's role in the council is simple. He handles retirement and champion selection for the Harvest. Meeting with him is technically a good thing, but my brain still can't relax. The battle is still too fresh and my thoughts are miles away.