Lady Nagant Novels & Stories

A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved. Lana's eyes flickered over the arsenal of weapons laid out before her, each one meticulously chosen to aid her in the upcoming battle. A silver sword, its blade shimmering in the dim light, rested in a sheath at her side. Its hilt was adorned with intricate carvings depicting wolves in a fierce chase, symbolizing both her strength and her connection to her pack.

Just as I wanted she kept mute and stood there staring at the men as they arrange their weapons. After seconds of silence she spoke out. "Use his scent" she said you the men who nodded positively. She turned to me expecting a smile from me but what I did was the opposite, it didn't take long for a smile to escape my lips. "Least of what I was expecting" she smirked. *Damon you won't run for long it's a promise" I mumbled to myself. It didn't take long for my knights to prepare their weapons and set out to find out where his little sense took him to.

It was infused by silversmiths with Fae magic, offering both physical and magical protection. When Avril stood still, her pose made her look like a goddess of war. Her weapon looked similar to a Japanese Naginata. Avril called it a doryphoros with a moonstone blade at one end and a long pole with a moonstone dagger hilt. It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it.

she said glancing down quickly. "My weapons are in the round table room..." He smirked at her making Xena turn away embarrassed. "Now mister Kane? What weapons do you use?" Lia asked ignoring Nightingale's giggles at Xena. "My primary is a fifty caliber rifle, secondary are two forty four magnums" "Guns hey? You one if those 'new school' hunters?" Actually I found my inspiration over revolvers from huntress Villa Du Bois, she used them right?" Lia twitched "Inspiration?"

"It has carved patterns and a seven-headed Naga on top. It must be somewhere around here." Kesar still looked at me with a clueless expression. I then snatched my satchel up and pulled out my drawing pad, which by some weird miracle, was still there. Kesar observed my frantic attempt to find the spiral picture. "Here it is!" I said and flipped the page to show her. "It also has a white crystal ball inside it. The thing emits brilliant light into the sky. There was a lunar eclipse as far as I remember. Do you know where this structure is? It must be somewhere in the south of your capital."

Zinjo spoke his mother's name with pride and respect. Aurelia offered her hand to Lord Nian, "Perhaps you should tell us more about your problem. If you doubt my skill," She held up the Lion's Fang, "I won this blade from a spider demon." She pulled the glowing jewel out of her pouch, "I earned this from a battle with one of your clockwork servants." Last, she produced a claw from the fierce avian "I took this from Kongamato after I helped slay him." Lord Nian looked over at Zinjo, "She is an accomplished warrior. You must be proud to fight alongside such a woman."

The interior was warm, dimly lit, and smelled of dried herbs, fresh furs, and something deeper—something maternal. His gaze landed first on the dark-orange-tailed nagini sitting at the edge of the bed. She had a natural elegance about her, her features smooth, framed by neatly braided hair adorned with small gold accents. She was speaking in low, hushed tones to the other nagini curled up in the nest. The one in the nest, however, was unmistakably Kire.

Larasati was also worried. "No need. He told us to leave, which means he has other plans. But, I doubt it. I hope he's not stupid and dies a silly death." Ki Janggan Nayantaka prayed for the young man's safety. Rangga Jaya tried to control Agneyastra's arrows with the firebending and airbending techniques of the Pillar of Air. But neither of these could be done. The Agneyastra arrow is a collection of sacred fire energy belonging to Lord Agni which is a divine heirloom-shaped weapon. It was difficult to control a divine weapon issued by a person.

he said. “And what is that?” “Men are not allowed at the Citadel. How are we supposed to get the dagger to the Na’Himara?” “I’ll take care of that,” said a new voice. Randey and Kale looked up. A young woman, perhaps two or three years older than they were, stepped up and leaned on a nearby bunk. She was obviously a Knight herself, dressed much as they were, in leather jerkin and wool trousers, her black boots well-shined. Randey recognized her as one of those who had been Knighted in the same ceremony as he and Kale.

Kronos instinctively spat at his feet three times, a Sintar way of telling the Naga before him he was beneath him. “ No need to be so rude, friend.” The Naga told him with a smile. His accent was crisp but guttural, every vowel he said sounded as if he had replaced them with the letter A. Kronos turned his attention from the Naga and focused on the two females in the carriage. One was small and lithe with a short brown bowl cut. She looked a fair amount older than Kronos, Kronos guessed she had forty-four winters on her back. She had an oval face with a square jaw and narrow nose. Her lavender eyes studied Kronos. She wore a white and gold trench coat with a gray cotton shirt and white pants