Lady Nagant Novels & Stories

"Halt right there!!!!" Said the lady that was riding at the forefront of those galloping horses. There was something like a horn that hung around her neck. Just by her disposition itself, one could easily make out that she was the de facto leader of the group. She and the rest of the beautiful women that ride alongside her all have a sheath of arrows within their belt and each of them was mounting a graceful dapple-grey horse. They were all dressed in white silk and velvet and on the locks of their horse's mane there hung 59 silver bells. Their saddle was pure ivory set with precious stones and its bridle was pure gold.

Suddenly, Nō took out Nobunaga's sword and used it to cut a piece of fabric from her kimono. "We caught him, My Lord." One of the men said. They held onto the assailant as they huddled over the lady. "What are you doing?" Nobuhide asked Nō. She didn't answer. She gave Nobunaga's sword back. The men looked curiously at Lady Nō. Suddenly; she pulled out the arrow on her arm and used the piece of fabric to tie around the wound. After doing so, she looked at them as if nothing had happened to her.

Gin gave the order, "don't hold back anymore, but don't go overboard." "Hurry," The platoon cheered in excitement. They had been waiting for this moment. The mana in the air started buzzing as nearly 100 mana weapons were activated at once. Powerful remnant spirits were awakened, some 100s of meters tall and some only a few feet long. The entire underground world lit up. Everyone looked up and saw a 30 meter tall white Naga Unicorn radiating white light. This remnant spirit belonged to Tanasha from Fredrick's platoon and the last member of Megan's strike team.

(Captain Norgathi) Captain Norgathi immediately announce the tactics as he walked away from his Major, arranging the formations of the entire army. Major Shauta Sutton who’s been sparing her bow on her back for quite a long time, finally hold her Mithril Compound Bow in her hand, tacitly, her assistant understood her intention and understandingly, fastened her personal Magic Quiver on her back. “.…Looks like the other side must be ready…Miss Major….are we going to end this in one fell swoop?..”. (Princess Angela Seraphim)

"The wolves are behind us! Form a—" He never finished the command. Natalia leaped from a boulder, her silver-etched blade descending in a flawless, vertical arc that shore through his bronze gorget, sending him crashing into the mud. She landed gracefully, spinning sharply to parry a thrust from a nearby halberdier, using the man’s own momentum to drive her dagger deep under his armpit.

Just as they were imagining her miserable state, a commotion erupted at the gate. A magnificent white stallion, muscles rippling under a coat like snow, thundered into the city. It was a "Jade Eye," a rare breed with eyes like gemstones, the only one in the entire Kingdom. The rider on its back was not broken. She was breathtaking. Her long hair was pulled high in a ponytail by a crown of Nanshan Jade, worth a thousand gold pieces, dancing in the wind. She wore a fitted black riding habit made of Floating Light Brocade—a fabric so rare only three bolts were produced a year. Sunlight hit the fabric and shattered into a thousand shimmering ripples. It was said this cloth could repel rain and b

He swings it around his hand in a circle, this is his preferred weapon, she tilts her head a little at him, then quickly blocks two attacks from her flanks, before dodging his thrust at her stomach, Blows fly at her from every direction. Nate has chosen a similar sword to George, but paired it with a long dagger. She works her way through the other warriors, until there are no more coming up. It’s just the three of them left, she holds up a hand and they pause the fight, Celine looks over to his mother and calls over to her,

Naomi countered with a smile, her chin lifting slightly, her eyes never leaving theirs. “Then no one leaves alive.” the lady replied. Naomi’s fingers hovered near her holster. “We weren’t planning on staying long…” “Neither were we,” the lady said, her eyes shifting from Amanda to Naomi. “Until you showed up.” In a flash, Naomi drew two chakrams from her holster, sending them spinning with deadly precision. They struck the men beside the lady in the neck. Blood gushed as the men choked, eyes wide with horror, clawing at the weapons before collapsing with heavy thuds.

In no time, she retrieved concealed gun parts from various places on her body, all miniature. Handing them over to Nathan, she swiftly assembled them with expert precision. Nathan watched in awe, his gaze shifting to her beautiful face, her focused expression captivating him. Like the most dazzling star in the universe, she seemed unattainable yet alluring. Upon completion, Mila placed the gun before Nathan. The gun resembled a thick, round pen, with a small button on top, adorned with a tassel. Nathan whispered, "I've never seen a gun like this before. Did you design it?"

Fresher than the stale scent of my dried-up blood. "Here I thought you had gained the ability to see things coming. Guess we were wrong." An answering growl sounds before a woman with platinum hair and lilac eyes looks back at me. A quiver and bow slung across her back along with blades decorating the rest of her body. Above all a shining gold hilt of a sword with a sapphire in the center. Two very large lycans step out with the women. Their coats are grey and black as they stand on their hind legs towering over us by a good foot to foot and a half.