Kos-mos Xenoblade Chronicles 2 Novels & Stories

Perhaps the legitimate world could teach her to build. Marcus Chen would be the test. If she could partner with someone brilliant but naive, building something real while maintaining her shadow capabilities, then anything was possible. Even returning to Silvermoon as more than just an engine of revenge. Her reflection caught her attention...designer clothes over a body that could kill with bare hands, wealth that exceeded nations behind eyes that had seen too much for twenty years of life. The omega who'd fled Montana was gone. What stood in her place was still evolving. "PhantomByte is complete," she told her reflection. "Time to see what Elena Cross can become."

“Xanthakos, the Divine Retribution is coming!” Suddenly, James’ chuckles echoed through the trembling void. Xanthakos looked up in horror and clenched his fists. “James, drop the act. I have the Triple Nothingness Martial Technique. No matter how much you try, you can’t do anything to me…” Before he could finish, a huge Xwem Chessboard appeared beneath him, expanding rapidly. At the same time, a scroll filled with various runes wrapped around the expanding Xwem Chessboard at a terrifying speed.

It's impossible if he really wants me, right? So starting tomorrow, I must also be able to accumulate the coffers to be able to rebuild The Crescent Moon Pack, and also pay for all the services provided by Elijah, Emrys, Josiah, and The Blodlust Moon Pack. And I will not live with the burden of all the people who helped me.

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

Something new is waking. And somewhere, a man with Micah's smile cracks his knuckles, scars shimmering silver under moonlight, ready to lead them.

In front of them, stood a tripod which had a machine gun with a pair of binoculars mounted on it. From the height both men were positioned, they had a clear view of Baron's mansion and the ongoing pool party, courtesy of the pair of binoculars. "Where's Jhene?" Iphan asked Kane as he tore his lips away from his girlfriend, Summers who was all over him "She stepped in to get us some flutes and Tequila" Kane replied, caressing his stubble "Oh" Iphan mouthed "I think it's best if you worry less about me and concentrate on Summers" Kane said, shoving his hands into the pocket of his wet briefs

My job was to take care of things for them so that they could enjoy all the honor and glory that came from it. Now that I had a second chance because of my rebirth, I would never make that mistake again. After I had everything arranged, I leaned back into the Alpha's chair and scrolled through the news on my phone. I was planning to brush up on some new hunting techniques, but every headline was about the dazzling fireworks over the coast. The fireworks were more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. They symbolized a lifetime together. As I wondered who had set them off, a message from Amy popped up.

Now, there were withered bones next to them, which belonged to a Celestial Realm demonic beast. As for Xenon, who was a top contender for the championship, it was child's play for him to land the kill without sustaining any injuries.

“Kalix isn’t the only one stepping into the light. The game is nearing its end, and we need all of the players on the board.” Titus pulled Annamarie closer, as though he could shield her from what was to come. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying the blood moon is coming.” Jada cursed under her breath. “When? Tell me we have some time to prepare.” “One month.” Natasha declared, “Then the battle begins.”

Her eyes have turned to black orbs and all the surrounding color seems to have been leached from its natural homes. “Kill him!” Rome is screaming from the ground, holding her waist. Laney holds a rock overhead, preparing to crack his skull open. In her past lives, when she was leaning into the darkness, she never hesitated. She always followed through. But Laney is different. The brightness of the colors floods back and she drops the rock to the side with a small whimper before crawling off of Xavier and hugging her legs to her chest in shock. “Then I will do it.” Rome hisses. She stands and walks over to where he lies unconscious, then leaning down, she slits his throat with her claw. “This