Lord Marksman And Vanadis Light Novel Novels & Stories

The horde descends. Liam is a blur of motion. A knife flashes in each hand, not glowing with energy, just moving with impossible efficiency. He doesn’t waste a single movement. A twist, a slash, a pivot. Corrupted bodies fall around him, dissolving into black smoke before they hit the ground. He is beautiful and terrifying. Marcus fights with brutal, economical strength, his force-wall ability flashing occasionally to deflect a swarm or crush a particularly aggressive foe. Spark is a whirlwind of frantic, precise strikes, her grief channeled into vicious fury.

"Marcus is perfectly capable of executing rogue delta lords without your shadow hovering over his terminal. Take me to the northern cliffs. Let's see the olive grass before the winter frost kills the roots." Rowan let out a low, guttural grunt of pure, primitive frustration, his silver irises searching my profile with a desperate, wild intensity that wanted to command my total compliance. But looking into the absolute, liberating confidence of my gaze, his resistance finally cracked. The clinical armor of the Supreme Warlord slowly slid away, replaced by a slow, ragged breath of total, breathless relief that made his massive chest drop against my mass. "You are a terrifyingly manipulative om

The chemical blue of the vanguard’s torches cast long, skeletal shadows against the wet rock face, turning the narrow mountain trail into a trap. The sleet froze as it hit the black armor of Cassian's hunters, who stood in a flawless geometric line, their execution crossbows leveled directly at Marcus's chest.

The barrels began to glow with a volatile, violet light, humming with an energy that made Vance’s Lycan instincts scream in warning. "The ledger you found in Port Valen was a masterpiece, wasn't it?" Ivan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "Dmitry’s signature was flawless. The council will tear themselves apart trying to decide if he’s a traitor. And while they look south, the north will rise." "You won't live to see it," Vance roared, rushing forward with blinding, Beta-level speed. "Fire," Ivan commanded coldly. The Abyssal weapons unleashed a blinding torrent of violet energy, ripping through the stone ground and obliterating everything in their path. The explosion t

a grid of grey light that was settling over the Silver Peak range like a spider’s web. The Shadow Claws—the Void-Vanguard—reached the training grounds. They didn't roar. They didn't howl. They raised their obsidian blades in a single, mechanical motion and struck. The collision of the "Starlight Vanguard" and the "Void-Vanguard" was a sound of world-ending proportions. The gold-and-sapphire magic of Silas and the violet starlight of Lyra clashed against the scentless black of the Architects' puppets. The training grounds didn't just shake; they "unwrote." Stone turned to dust, and dust turned to nothing.

Kaelor managed to choke out. The ground around Aradaa shriveled. The mangroves turned to ash. The violet light was so bright it blinded the assassins in the trees. Aradaa stepped out of the shadow-trap. His skin was glowing. His hair was standing on end, sparking with raw, unfiltered energy. Vladya turned, his dead eyes widening. He raised his daggers. "You’re just a battery. I'll drain you myself." Aradaa didn't use a weapon. He just pointed a finger.

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.

There was a flash of red lightning as Kratos flew back and collapsed into the ground with a crash. “You alright?” Diana said to Andrews and Kristina as they got back up. “We are now,” Andrews said, turning to Susan. Natasha and Lucas’s miraculous return had reignited their spirits and were all fighting with renewed energy. Marcus fended off Whiro with his sword, preventing him from conjuring a curse to torment him, slashing wildly and sending the god rearing backwards until Lucas had taken him out with a strike to the head using his shield. Moros was vanishing and reappearing as bullets and lasers came his way. Carter, Henry and Katie were pressing on him, trying to corner him when he had ma

I froze, my eyes darting to Nathan's who told me to remain calm via the mind link when my eyes glowed almost immediately the topic was brought up. "We have already concluded what we were supposed to be discussing, Conrad. If I have any disputes with vampires, be rest assured that I will sort it out so that it does not come to your borders." "So it is true then? That you have found your mate? And that she is truly nothing but a slave to a Vampire Lord? And not only that but to Cassius?" He pressed on, his tone lazy and mocking, deciding to ignore the anger in my gaze. I fisted my hands, trying my best to suppress my wolf.

Oliver squinted his eyes in disbelief. "What is a werewolf doing among the humans?" He asked. His head snapped up as the air was suddenly filled with a loud roar. "I need to go," he said. "I would have loved to drag you with me my dear mate, but that would be no fun." As he turned to leave, I noticte an ornament around on of his arm. A beautiful clear crystal bracelet surrounding one arm and carrying the symbol of the White crescent wolf pack. My heart dropped to my stomach.