Lord Marksman And Vanadis Light Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

In his hand was a long spear that was as flexible as a flood dragon. "I did," the lady nodded her head, her eyes gleaming in excitement. She may look calm, but she had lived long enough to recognise the energy that came from the edge of the universe. That was the power of Zandor. It had been years since Zandor mysteriously disappeared after losing its gods. Yet now - after so many eons - it had finally reappeared. "That's the power of the Promised Land," the lady licked her lips seductively as her long fingers reached out for a black whip attached to her waist.

The journey was long and difficult, but eventually they reached the throne room of the Lycan King. The battle was fierce, and the wolves fought bravely alongside Killian and Riana. In the end, they emerged victorious, and the Lycan King lay defeated at their feet. With the Lycan King gone, Alpha Killian and Riana were declared victorious, and the goddess of the desert rewarded them with the wolves, who they could keep as their loyal companions forever. Alpha Killian and Riana returned home with their new allies, and the kingdom of Lantia once again enjoyed peace and prosperity. The two brave warriors were celebrated as heroes, and they lived happily ever after with their pack of wolves.

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

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.

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.