Lancer And Saber Novels & Stories

The swirling mist cleared to reveal a desolate desert landscape, devoid of any witness except for each other, the stark isolation intensifying the weight of their impending conflict. Alone in this barren expanse, Asmo and Satan stood poised for battle, their minds, bodies, and emotions honed to a razor's edge. With a sense of grim determination, they drew forth their ferocious Sabers, each a reflection of their inner turmoil and unyielding resolve. Asmo's Saber, cloaked in darkness, exuded an aura of ominous power, while Satan's Saber blazed a fierce and blood-red hue, mirroring the intensity of his emotions.

“Exactly, I researched about his Luna and I was stunned.” “Yeah, I’ve also seen her and to be honest, she’s way out of my league. She’s super gorgeous and hot with so much skills and strength.” Sandra sighed as she dropped her cellphone on her lap. “In other words, the Ripper’s pack defeats us in everything.” “How so?” She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t it quite obvious. The Ripper is way hotter and stronger than our Alpha and his Luna is more…everything than you.” “I know about the latter one being true but I doubt that the Ripper is way hotter than Dexter.”

Kael cast a side grin as he watched the two warriors fight. The lancer played with his long spear one-handedly, preparing his stance. The wind circled him as the lance spun fast, like a rolling wheel. The other warrior charged, drove the point of his broadsword, but the spear caught it, bouncing the sword away. The swordsman kept his attacks, but with the combined skill and strength of the lancer, he was untouchable. "A master lancer," Kael corrected Tristan.

My heart ran to my stomach. “I thought you enjoyed playing brave?” She took two steps closer. Her eyes burned with something that looked dangerous. “What do you want to do with me?” I drew two steps back. She shrugged. “What else? Fun of course.” “With a silver blade?” “That’s the idea,” she moved closer before I could have the time to catch a breath. Freya’s hand fist on my hair as a sharp object pierced through my stomach. She pulled the knife out, stabbing for the second time. “Heal,” she ordered.

he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested. "No, just cold," Brand lied through gritted teeth. His brother just laughed at him. "Don't worry, Brother. It will all be over soon, then we can get to the feasting," Brodi told him jovially. Brand frowned at him. "Easy for you to say," he muttered. "Really, Brother. I know you missed our ceremony, but believe me, I was just as nervous as you are." "It's the truth," Gunnar said, coming up to stand next to them, dressed in his own warrior finery. "He was sweating buckets. I thought we were going to have to run to the house a

I again shouted furiously and released arrows constantly, targeting the wolf warriors approaching the cliff. The squadron led by Samara on land was efficiently advancing through the lancet formation. With spears tucked over their shields, the entire formation was protected with those bucklers surrounded, and it acts as a large moving weaponry. As wolves approach, these spears strike from inside. Shifting my focus to the gunmen under Tyler’s command, their firing runs still perpetual aiming at the packhouse. Half of the Abberant pack territory is now ruined, and the dead bodies multiplied twice the first attack. Just as the same scenario as what they did to us, I’ll let them taste how enticin

He swing his sword aiming for his head. "Your head is mine!" Alucard then focus all his power to his attack. Hiyojin then attack Leomord within the air. The three warriors cornered Leomord. But, three shield emerges within Leomord's body. The three warriors didn't expect this tactic from him. Then, a numerous arrows were shot around Leomord. This arrows came from Leomord's body. The three warriors stepped back as they defend themselves against the arrows that launching in the area.

I screamed because I felt like he was accusing my father but froze at his next words. “Your Stepfather wouldn’t but your real father would do that,” He hissed into my ear and I was petrified. “That…” I choked and wasn’t able to speak another word and just then the guy walked in front of me. He slowly removed the knife from my neck and walked in front of me. He skillfully played with the dagger in his hand. “This…” My eyes caught a glimpse of the dagger as the light shown on it. I had seen it somewhere before, The unique design of the dagger flashed before my eyes.

The area was deserted, the wind howling through the night and whipping my hair, sending chills down my spine. I scanned the altar. It was the sacred site for the Alpha Succession Ceremony, etched with dark runes that radiated a sinister aura. "You've lost your mind!" I struggled, but the chains suppressed not just my body—they sapped my strength as well. "Mind? No, I've never been this lucid," Liam said, raising a sacrificial dagger that pulsed with malevolent energy. Ancient runes were carved along its blade. "This is the legendary artifact, capable of forcibly stealing another's power. With your purest Luna blood, I will gain the strength to dominate the entire pack."

"For a race with beastly transformation and magic, you guys are awfully quiet. I haven't seen one show of magic since I arrived." Emris shot her a deadpan look, then sighed. "I guess your history books skipped over an important information: Lycans are and have always been peaceful creatures. And our magical abilities?" He held out his hand and a tornado formed; circling his fingers till it vanished into thin air. "Every Lycan either has fire, earth, water or wind. And honestly? It's easy to forget about them." "Why is that?" "Someone with a stronger right arm will use their right hand for everything. Lycans are stronger when shifted, the abilities are simply a plus."