Lord Marksman And Vanadis Light Novel English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The silent language of the bond took over completely, turning the two of us into a single, terrifying engine of destruction. Every time a Vanguard soldier tried to flank Dominic, the phantom memory of the threat flashed in my own muscles. I would turn, dropping a dark gravity well at the soldier's feet to pin him, while Dominic reappeared behind him with a blinding burst of speed, driving his blackened hand through their armor. When a sniper on the upper catwalk targeted my head, Dominic didn't even look up; he simply threw his arm backward, a lance of violet lightning arcing from his palm to detonate the entire upper platform.

Jade whispered, her tears falling onto Gordan’s hand. The chapter ended with the "Old Guard" and the "Next Gen" standing together on the blood-stained pier of the Vance Docks. Gordan Chen’s eyes slowly flickered open, the glazed look of the dampener replaced by the familiar, steady light of the "Dragon." The "Serpent’s Vendetta" had been broken. The Krauser Kartel had reclaimed its honor, and the alliance had proven that their unity was stronger than any "Shadow Code" or "Severed Thread."

He began, his voice a low growl, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that gave me goosebumps. Before he could finish his sentence, I spoke up, my voice unwavering despite the adrenaline coursing through me. "I dare to defy anyone who thinks they can own or control me." The tension in the air was thick and very much evident, and our gazes locked in a battle of wills. The Dark lord's cheek was flushed with a deep red color where I had struck him, a stark contrast against his pale complexion. It was a slap that went beyond physical contact—a declaration that I would not be subdued.

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

I wrapped the robe around myself and tied it tight before heading back to my room. The corridors were quiet at this hour, but I couldn’t shake the sense of eyes following me. Every time I walked these halls, I felt the weight of invisible gazes. The mansion itself wasn’t oppressive, but the people in it—or rather, the presence of them—was. Vampires carried an aura, one I hadn’t gotten used to. When I reached my room, I exhaled, grateful for the privacy. I collapsed briefly onto the edge of the bed, still feeling the burning lingering under my skin, though muted now. My head was clearer than it had been in days. Maybe clearer than it had ever been.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama ELEVEN VENDETTA he eye redden up and it was like it isn't the same person I was having a nice conversation with. "Club?" "When I was in looking for a job at the club. he was the first person I got to know there and we had a nice conversation"I lied. "Whatever"he said and walk away. "When am I going home?"I asks as he walk up the stairs and I quickly follow him because I don't want to be lost here.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

out of the ground in seconds. ​At the top of the tower, a figure stood silhouetted against the shattered moon. He wasn't wearing a charcoal suit. He was wearing Plate Armor made of Black Glass. ​He raised a sword that was forged from the "Kill-Switch" of the supercomputer. ​"The 151st Chapter is a Rebranding, Nora," the voice of Julian Vane boomed, now layered with the deep, resonant growl of a Dark Lord. "You made the world the Author. And the world... they wanted me to be your Eternal Nemesis."

“Our orders are to escort you to the Council chamber!” “Orders change,” Vanadine snapped as he reached them. The first one doubled over as Vanadine’s fist slammed into his abdomen, the air bursting from his lungs as he fell to his knees. Vanadine turned and slammed the flat of his hand into the back of his neck, ending his life. “Warned you,” he said as the next one caught fire, his clothing erupting into flames and forcing him to roll on the floor. The final two backed off, letting him pass and he crossed the bridge, heading for the citadel’s main door. Pain exploded across his back and he turned to see a young Elf had followed him. Anger burned red in his mind as he saw the short weapon in

The surrounding had a weird aura, like a sign that something unexpected is going to happen. Vladimir stopped when he saw a glimmer of the torch, it was the Vanagors warriors surveying the Padureclan. He hid behind the tree to avoid unnecessary commotions but Avissar showed himself proudly. For a moment, Vanagors stiffened. They stopped from moving. A lot of memories played inside their heads and all of those memories were bad. “Desaix.” someone from Vanagors blurted out like they saw an unbelievable creature. “Avissar, let’s go.” Vladimir pulled Avissar’s shirt. Fortunately, Avissar agreed with him but when they turned their backs, Vanagors gathered their senses and released a lot of arrows