Lord Marksman And Vanadis Light Novel English Novels & Stories

he continued with a smile, “there is an open position in the Kingdom of Darkness.” That had to be the highest form of compliment—the King of Darkness offering me a position. I gave a small nod, merely to acknowledge the offer, not to accept it. “I find it hard to imagine,” Nicolais said through clenched teeth, “what Luna would ever do in the Kingdom of Darkness.” “Perhaps gaze at the stars?” Fortunately, I don’t think Atlas noticed my reaction. Gaze at the stars. Perhaps even with him? My gaze returned to my fiancé, who still sat frozen in his chair. I saw him for what he was—a warrior. He was not like Sicca, or Atlas, for that matter. Words were not his weapon. And that was okay. That was w

Fuck, there can be no easy outcome after this. My father laughs and I snap my attention back to the screen. “Good; and our secret weapon is just about ready to make his appearance known,” he says, gesturing to behind Marle and she turns around. “Oh, he is glorious!” Marle gasps and approaches a… familiar-looking figure. “What the actual F…” I trail off when I see Kai standing there with a blank look on his face. What is happening? Did they place a parasite in him as well?! “Vladimir is ready to take his place as the true Volkov Alpha,” my father says proudly.

Lysander dark aura flaring with a defensive, rare flash of hope. "That is no mercenary. He wears the broken shackle emblem of my old vanguard." The hooded figure turned slowly, revealing a scarred, weathered face and a pair of stormy grey eyes that matched Lysander’s own. The older wolf gasped, dropping his iron spear into the snow as he fell to one knee. "Alpha... Alpha Lysander? By the Mother, we thought the high lords had finally put you in the dirt." "Stand up, Marcus. I told you forty years ago—the shadows don't break that easily." Lysander said, stepping forward with rare emotion as he gripped the older warrior’s shoulder, pulling him into a brief, fierce embrace.

I'll take the dark. "Yeah, Jack," Marcus rumbled, his deep voice impossibly gentle. He squeezed Jack’s hand back, forcing his Chrome Diamond pupils into a warm, supportive brown. "You're not broken. You're exactly where you're supposed to be." Varkas stood up, brushing a stray Pink Blossom from his pristine white mantle. He offered Marcus a look that was entirely devoid of warmth—a cold, calculating acknowledgment between the architect of the lie and the Bastion who had just chosen to protect it.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

For some reason, the Vistolian shuddered, tried to tighten his lips, but his fangs protruding with needles prevented him. “The Valley of the Winds, Vik, there is now the army of Ereald, and with him Elena, Lyubava and Disa,” Yarsi forced out words with difficulty, his voice was hoarse, the taste of blood intensified. - Help them. The Vistolet stepped back slightly, shrugged his shoulders, wings folded behind his back appeared with sharp protrusions on both sides of his head. - How are you? - he asked. - You look like a dead man. “It’s fine,” Yarsi smiled involuntarily and felt something warm flow down his chin. - It doesn't matter.

The street-fighter from Neo-Tokyo was hyperventilating, his mech’s hands shaking visibly. "Swallow it down, kid," Elias Vance, the disgraced RAF pilot, sneered through the neural link. Surprisingly, Elias’s mech stood perfectly still. The psychic chaos that had gotten him discharged from the military made him uniquely suited to the madness of the Vanguard armor. "If you puke in your helmet, you'll drown before the monster even touches you."

My heart leapt into my throat. “Vivian!” I screamed. But before I could move, light exploded. A burst of pure, white energy shot from her palms, slamming into the warrior and sending him sprawling lifeless into the dirt. Vivian stood frozen, trembling, her hands still glowing. Marcus grabbed her shoulder. “You did good, kid. You hold that power. Don’t let it go.” The war dragged on. Blood soaked the earth. Screams became constant, the day got dark and alive with fire and steel.

Ten vampires appeared by Draxon’s side and immediately got to work. Their teal-green eyes turned pitch black, confirming that they were decipios, who channeled their manipulation powers on Lucianne. Xandar was helping those at the back, and had just killed another discretus who almost got one of the Blue Crescent warriors when he felt his wife’s mind being compressed and her legs giving way. He started sprinting towards her before he was knocked down by two other invisible bloodsuckers.