Lady Nagant Novels & Stories

She saw Nagos staring at her wings and she chuckled. Leanunya smiled “yeah i’m not a Cattarina. I’m a Cattgon.” She knew that at one point or another during their training he would have found out that she was a Cattgon. Nagos nodded then a look of curiosity shone in his eyes and he couldn't resist asking her, “If your a Cattgon then that means you're wanted dead?” Leanunya chuckled at his boldness, “yes, though I’m wanted for many other things as well.

If a beast strong enough to challenge his bloodline was being used as a raw material for a mere counter, what did the woman before him view as worthy to be used for weapon forgery? The lady didn't see the changes in Mane's expression. From the moment Mane presented the blades to her, her eyes had been fixed onto Nightmare and Night's Kiss. While the weapons weren't good enough - albeit being High Grade swords - to be displayed by her, the materials from which they were forged peaked her interest.

Just stand upright. On the tray rested two ornate silver rapier hilts, a pearl-handled skinning dagger, and three flasks of ice-distilled stamina tonic. My job was simple, brutal, and utterly humiliating: follow Lady Morrigan Vanehart like a shadow, stand on the sun-baked sidelines while she fought, and hand her weapons or wipe her brow between rounds. "Sera! Move your lazy feet!" Morrigan’s sharp, shrill voice cut through the ambient roar of the arena.

"I doubt I would be of much assistance. He seems adamant...and honestly, I have never known him to be unreasonable, so I have to trust he has a logical reason for not wanting to be there." "Well I'm not really arguing with that, I'm just looking for an ally." "I..." What could she say? "I suppose I could try, if he seems receptive to the idea." "I guess I can't ask much more than that...considering." "Considering what?" The Lady Nagi eyed her sideways with a wry smile. "When I put you on the spot earlier...I was expecting quite a different reaction. I had assumed you were the usual sort of courtesan, and it surprised me as it's something which was unexpected coming from my brother...so reall

What was certain though was that in the time that Tamerlane and his group disappeared, sightings of peculiar, anthropomorphic reptiles began. The Nagas, whose name translated to “snake people”, were a race of monstrified Slayers. They had immense strength, a certain degree of longevity, and various mystical abilities. People claimed they were tengu that had taken over the identities of dead Slayers because they wore ō-yorois, which were a type of heavy armor reserved especially for times of open war, but they carried them with careless disregard for the color and design of the lacing and marched under a disarray of banners, not unlike how hermit crabs would occupy empty scavenged shells.

It made Layla wonder what Ravana was truly capable of. And finding out that Atreus was the only one that could stop Ravana unleashed a lot of worry in Layla's mind. The last thing she wanted was to have to depend on Atreus in any shape or form. After another minute of waiting, Niniane returned to the backroom with a black leather satchel. She handed it to Layla. "Dig in, I won't be able to touch them," she said before finding her seat again. Layla did as she was told and started to pull the items out of the bag. A silver dagger with a deep ruby red gem inlaid into the handle, a wooden stake that was carved with runes, and a large piece of yellow sulfur.

He spent most of the time cleaning and reassembling the black fire-stick that he called the Nagant. Svetlana was repulsed by its oily sheen that resembled an Enemy’s skin, its aura of sly darkness. She had seen how deadly it could be, but Andrei told her that it only held two more shots to fire. What use was such a weapon compared with the generosity of Light? But Svetlana did not tell him that. The distance between them seemed to be growing with every empty minute they spent waiting for the train that did not come.

Pouring a glassful of Hennessy in the two glasses before me, I handed one over to Ginny and leaned back on my seat. " Alright, let's start from the beginning," I said. " What do you know about Nagisa?" Ginny sipped her drink silently. Knife sat opposite us, his eyes watchful. He didn't trust her more than he trust a snake. Ginny began. " Like I mentioned earlier, she's one of Lorelei's front men. She specializes in poison and has a black belt in karate. She also does takewondo and knows kun Fu. I was one of her students."

Nigel laughed and he was obviously more certain as he had the ultimate-grade spiritual tool in his hands. “This sword of yours looks quite nice but it looks slightly small. It’s obviously a sword suitable for women, right?” Fane could not help but laughed. The corners of Nigel’s mouth slightly twitched. It was true that the precious item was suitable to be used by women. However, that ultimate-grade spiritual tool was the highest level weapon among all the weapons he owned.

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.