Lord Marksman And Vanadis Light Novel Novels & Stories

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He smirked evilly. "You are out for revenge and so am I." Lord Xrysos deadpanned and saw Anderios's eyes turning black once again. Damon held the raging man's arm and stared into his eyes. Anderios calmed down, his eyes changing back to a brilliant brown color once again. "Thanks." He kissed the man's soft lips. "I have no idea how you do these things but you take the demons away from me with those eyes." Damon laughed and pushed off of Andreios only to fall into Lord Xrysos' arms.

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.

The very ground shook under his presence. Gloria bowed low, trembling not with fear, but with triumph. “My lord.” Vorath’s gaze slid past her, fixing instead on the empty air where his daughter had stood. A cruel smile curved his mouth. “She will return to me,” he said, voice cutting through ruin and smoke alike. “Body, blood, and soul. She was always mine to begin with.” The fire flared, blotting out the stars. The ruins of the academy smoldered, towers reduced to black skeletons. The forest groaned, half-ash, half-alive, caught between worlds.

Aidan stepped back, reaching for a short silver weapon at his waist, while Elior aimed his automatic rifle at the massive wolf without a moment's hesitation. Sora locked eyes with the wolf’s silver gaze amidst the chaos. Beneath that wild rage, he could still feel the painful yet familiar neural pull. Vardan hadn't come to save a human; he had come to reclaim a piece of his soul that had been stolen. Sora could only pant in his chair, watching as Vardan’s predatory darkness began to devour the sterile Corvin lab in an inevitable storm of destruction.

Upon finding out about Els' solicitation, Louise snickered her folks out relentless. Charlando looked inauspicious. "What's going on with him… This little half-pint utilizing aphrodisiacs at his ready youthful age… Skirt-pursuing the entire day without really doing anything valuable… I have to show him something new! Pass on that with me and advise Els to see me when he gets some information about it. Els, or Brennan Evanport, was one of the organization heads three regions away. He was a Two Star Silver Swordsman as well as Charlando's solitary relative; his nephew.

I gulped as his voice frightened m Thereafter, a black van suddenly ission of some kind. The one on the right of me was dramatically shorter than his accomplices while the other guys were both tall, bulky, and rugged. The guy in the middle was the only one holding a gun, an ICS CXP MARS PDW9 to be exact, who looked slightly angelic with his quite long, midnight black hair and blue eye "What are you guys going to do to me?" slowly stepping backwards, I managed to as

Every nerve screaming. But I held on as the rhought of Lucas. Our wedding. Our future. Our pack. The light intensified. Brighter. Hotter. I could feel my life force draining. Feel myself fading. *No. Not yet. Just a little more.* Commander Vane tried to run. The light caught him. He screamed and dissolved into nothing. The other shadow wielders broke and ran but the light was faster. It chased them down and consumed them. Finally, it stopped. The light faded. I collapsed.

“They try to rattle who they can while they can. It's all they can do, try to feed off your fear.” “Pussies,” Orion spat spitefully as we laughed softly. “Hey,” a warm, sleek voice pulled my attention. “Theo,” I muttered, tucking my hair back to conceal how red my face was. “Can I sit there?” He pointed at the last chair by my side. “Sorry, handsome,” Orion replied. “The seat is reserved for our friend.” “Oh.” “I don't mind,” the devil himself, Tristan, surfaced. His shirt seemed to be missing the top buttons, exposing the scar that ran across his chest.