Lord Marksman And Vanadis Light Novel English Novels & Stories

Hydraulic pistons groaned as colossal armored plating unfolded like the wings of a mechanical titan. Rotating cannons locked into position. Missile pods opened. Energy cores ignited. Victor stared. “Sweet mother of” Marcus finished the sentence. “That thing is a war god.” Aurora’s gaze returned to the battlefield. Alexander Ravel’s army advancing. Helena Voss’ Syndicate closing in. Sebastian Virelli walking calmly toward the heart of the estate. The rain fell harder. Lightning flashed again. Aurora Hale smiled. Not fear. Not hesitation.

"Now, it's time to bid adieu, Alpha Magnus." As he moved to strike, I evaded and grabbed a hidden dagger. "Meet your end, Rider Storm!" I cried out, hurling the weapon towards his chest. He writhed in agony before disintegrating into ash. Witnessing the fall of their leader, the other vampires began to retreat, but the Gamma fighters pursued them relentlessly, ensuring none of them would escape alive.

He asked. "Do I smell like one?" I retorted angrily. I didn't know where I got the temper from but most importantly, I needed to save Mabel. She can't die on my watch. I initiated this adventure. Another wolf came upon us transforming as well. My mate's hands was still tight around my arm. "This one is a wolf and this one is human," The second guy said pointing towards Mabel. "Yes, I know that," My mate replied without cutting his gaze. "She's my mate!"

As soon as Crimson blade finished her mission and jump-off out of the window. Aoi Akuma, who was standing on the branch of the tree, swiftly threw a dagger with attached folded paper on its holder. It penetrated precisely on bed’s wood frame just above Cederick, it almost got his head. Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade.

"I'll send you back to the void you crawled out of myself." Neither of them spoke. For a long moment, the only sound was the wind threading its way through the Moon Stones. Then Vladimir smiled. Not the mocking grin I had come to expect. Something quieter. Something edged with genuine respect. "As you command, bambina." He lowered his head ever so slightly. "My loyalty, my blood, my eternity… They're yours." His crimson eyes lifted to meet mine. "Just tell me who needs to die." Across from him, Sokaris held my gaze without blinking.

The air was filled with the sounds of gunfire, wolf howls, and magical explosions hitting the brick walls. Despite this, Lyara’s ranks continued to advance. Sweat trickled down her temples, her breath labored, but her green gaze never wavered from her goal. As soon as Lyara reached the western border, a tall, muscular figure with black hair and gray irises rushed toward her. “Luna! You’re finally back,” Tavien exclaimed with relief in his voice. His eyebrows furrowed on his sweat-soaked, bloodstained face. “I, Jorvan Darkmane, present myself before you, Luna,” Jorvan said with his head bowed.

She was watching me the way she watched me when she thought she'd caught something. Piper's voice dropped, like she'd just thought of the most dangerous thing in the world. "Mira." She grinned. "He can't be one of the vampires, is he?" And that was the exact moment the door opened. The room went dead silent. The vampires entered. Damon Voss walked in first. He was tall, almost a full head taller than an Alpha son like Jason. His skin was pale but luminous, like porcelain catching the light, and his dark hair fell just enough across his forehead to look effortless. With his high and precise cheekbones, a strong jaw and a broad shoulder and chest, his presence made the air around him feel heav

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Asmada Ezra’s screech cut through the throne room like a blade. She lunged at Aurora, claws flashing in the violet torchlight. Aurora ducked, her instincts sharpened by battle, and countered with a quick, slicing blow across Asmada Ezra’s ribs. The dark-haired vampiress hissed, crimson eyes burning with fury. "You’ll regret ever stepping into this world," Asmada Ezra snarled.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A