Novel & Cerita Inazuma Eleven Orion

When the strike came, she dodged it, and cornered him. Then, suddenly, her claws flared. It wasn't the usual claw, not the type to be hidden. It came out blazing molten silver, big enough for the smallest pup to see from the upper level. The warrior staggered back, shock evident on his face. Then, the little Omega rose, her shoulders rising with her, eyes glowing violet. The crowd erupted in shock. Some were amazed, while others wallowed in unbelief. “Impossible! That's not happening!” Cael hissed in shock also.

"Luke. You here to steal my Luna again?" Luke’s face went through an entire spectrum of emotions as his brain struggled to catch up. Then, the realization hit him. His entire body went rigid. "I should be asking you, Reno," Luke spat, though his voice lacked its usual bite. "Why did you bring an entire division of Warriors to a simple pickup?" Reno pulled off one leather riding glove, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. He looked like he was enjoying every agonizing second of this. "To collect my mate," Reno rumbled. "What else?"

Omarion stood up gently from the ground and stood upright looking straight into Isis's eyes and he smiled brightly at her. "I hope you can give me a chance…again," Omarion says, going closer to Isis stretching his hands forth to hold hers and his heartbeat quicken seeing how Isis was going to be in hold soon and with his hands a bit away from grabbing Isis's hand a loud bang came from nowhere making the man jolting back to life.

Murmuring, Leo dares not to laugh under Lycoris’s wrath. “Lil--Lycoris?!” Sitting on the ground, Orion covers his face with a palm, looking timid the moment he realizes it wasn’t Lilith that he was talking to. “You talk dirty about Leo one more time, and my next punch will break your jaw!” Lycoris growls at Orion with disdain in her eyes, “I’m not talking to you, human! Get Aurelian out!” Aurelian is Orion’s wolf. Orion’s eyes glow the next second -- he is not obeying Lycoris; he gets Aurelian because Lycoris is a maniac who doesn’t talk to reason. It’s not worth getting more punches when he has an equal fist!

Then a figure drops from above, landing in front of me so fast I almost slam into him. Orion. He isn’t calm. There’s no bored smirk, no teasing glint. His face is tight, jaw locked, hair falling into his eyes. Breathless. “What happened,” he snaps. “She took him,” I choke. “She… she just… she took him….” “Who?” “Zevara.” Saying her name makes my stomach twist. “She used illusions. Lucian almost had her. Then she disappeared.” Orion doesn’t curse or yell. He just goes very still. His eyes lift toward the tree line. What an irony, the enemy we've been fighting for years is now helping us.

Orion had lifted her head, then, resting her stately head upon Alcina’s shoulder in an entirely predatory manner, eyes glittering like aquamarine jewels as she turned her gaze upon Darla. And in the slow curl of her tail resting possessively around Alcina’s feet, and the smug little rumble in her chest, had somehow managed to convey-- Orion may be smaller, but her claws can rip through the enemy’s flesh and tear through their still beating heart far faster, and far more brutally than Perseus ever could. That to doubt her for her size is the equivalent of certain and promised death, for Orion’s fangs and her spikes and her wings and every inch of her had been singularly designed for the letha

I said and a one sided battle unfolds at a scarcely believable speed – so fast that Oren was having a hard time trying to follow the upcoming attacks with his eyes. Something like this was expected of a high-tiered Challenger, but then he believed that I'm just B-tier at best. My strength couldn't have been conceivably obvious within his memories. Sadly, I was able to surpass that limit further. "I’m an A-tier Challenger…. I'm a chosen member of KIRA, I'm Nero! The greatest Emperor of Rome. I'm supposed to overpower everyone beneath my feet!" In the blink of an eye, Oren dashed towards me, I grabbed my Bandersnatch Short Sword from my inventory and with a sharp slash I was able to penetrate

Rome struggles to get back up on her legs and Monty wastes no time swooping in to grab Rome and quickly brings her back to where the new line has formed. She is clearly injured, yet she refuses to sit out. No one can. We can’t afford to lose a single person before. Heavens knows what happens with Laney. Before she ascends? Before she dies? None of us know the fate of the future so we just do what we can to fight for as long as we can.

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

The answer was revealed by the clearing of the mist and Orie was being Orie. As unlikely as it was, Orie coming out alive from such an attack was not exactly a thing of surprise. His previous matches had left an impression on the spectators that he was not easy to take down. No one could tell how he would survive but all they knew was that it would not be a shock to them if he did. Skillfully swirling his staff, Orie braced himself for the next volley of attacks that were coming. Natsumi on the other hand, charged her icicles to shoot at him. The icicles spun and shot at incredible speeds; so fast that they could barely be followed by normal eyes.