Lord Marksman And Vanadis Light Novel Novels & Stories

Zadicus slowly lifted his gaze when bloodlust surrounded him, fixing his extremity of power when he vanished. Appearing before the figure who was still under his pressure, he smoothly glided his sword, piercing through his vestment. Zadicus smirked, staring dead at Kriss, enunciating, completing his sentence. “I am still the main character.” Kriss remained still when black flames emerged not only from this figure but from hellhounds, a screeching painful echo shifted into the air, indicating their souls were burning. Zadicus noticed their evil and his sword began to feel upon their soul, annihilating them by sheer power. Staggering everyone by the power he has.

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

"This is bad, Rudeus and his team sprinted. They swiftly grab Allan, Stephan and ran towards Maria, and Betty's mother. Rudeus created a purple barrier and Hilligard eyes widen as he sees a purple Ray blast scorching the buildings, Hilligard and Summoned one to Ash. In a matter of minutes. The Elves kingdom is engulfed in a sea of flames. The Vondor blast several ray blasts obliterating a large portion of the kingdom into Ash. "Let's take that thing down" Rudeus speaks. "Laxus cut down his leg." Rudeus commanded Laxus to walk in with his Golden Armor. Instantly he disappeared into the air. He swings his sword. The Vondor's head to his feet was cut into several pieces. Laxus flew in the air.

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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.

He didn't even flinch or experienced a recoil as well. "Leon, did you see that?" Leon didn't even bother to answer my question. He just ignored me as he concentrated on the situation. "I think I have an idea what just happened, though it's just a theory, it's reasonable," Leon said out of nowhere. "What is it?" "Hmm, the lightborn that Vander picked is from Regetta, one of the strongest charlander we put in the training." "So?" "Lightborn are swords that are designed to detect the necros of its owner. Is there any reborn before who has no necro like Vander?"

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

Liora immediately got out of the van, ignoring the shouts of her guards trying to stop her. She ran toward the ruins, her hands digging through the hot debris. "MAV! ANSWER ME!" Suddenly, a large hand emerged from behind a pile of concrete. Mavric came out, his face covered in blood but still alive. He coughed, trying to catch his breath. But before Liora could reach him, a red laser dot locked precisely onto Liora’s chest. Marcus stood atop a remaining wall, holding a sniper rifle. "Choose one, Liora," Marcus shouted.

The Veil’s voice roars—Convergence, the heart endures—and the blade’s runes blaze, its song a call to war. The vision fades, and I roar, slashing the Voidborn’s blade, lunar light burning, Aelys’s aura merging with mine. Cassia’s fire erupts, Renn’s relics flare, Maddox’s shadows bind, Sylvara’s vines lash, and Lysara, Zorath, and Valthor strike, their starlight blades glowing. Seris hesitates, then joins, her Lightweavers’ blades flashing, a fragile alliance.

"You got something to say, bastard?" Marcus, like before, was across the table in an instant, his hand wrapped around Lucien's throat, the other raised and in it was a blade made from pure chaos energy. It wasn't black like that of Roman. Rather, it was a pure white, glowing with energy. "Marcus, that is enough. Release your brother instantly." Alpha Damarus boomed with an alpha-like authority he rarely used. Marcus released Lucien, teleporting back to my side like nothing had happened.