Lord Marksman And Vanadis Light Novel Novels & Stories

Ironfang understood this was no longer political pressure or intimidation. Someone had come for the territory itself. The Lycan stopped beside me while fastening dark leather guards over his forearms. “You’re staying behind the eastern line.” “No.” His eyes narrowed slightly. Mine didn’t move. Around us, warriors kept moving through the hall quickly, but I still felt the moment his attention settled fully on me. Not Alpha and Luna. Not commander and survivor. Equals. Dangerous equals. “You’re not invincible,” he said quietly. “And you think you are?”

"Get the auxiliary power to the heavy turrets! If those gates don't have juice when the next wave hits, I'll hang you from the battlements myself!" "Vane," Liam’s voice wasn't loud but it cut through the commander's shouting like a razor through silk. The room went instantly still. The technicians froze over their monitors and Vane turned, his chest heaving under his heavy iron breastplate. He looked at Liam, then his eyes drifted to Anna, noting the blood on her shoulder and the sync-pad clutched firmly in her hand.

said Evandor in a tone colder than ice berg. “They were my most loyal bunch of pawns. You killed them all for breaking your principals. Aren’t you happy now?” asked Theodore frustratedly while opening and closing the cap of his metal lighter. He was holding a customized shining metallic brown colored lighter having golden colored borders and an engraved rose which was dark purple in color having metallic sheen, in the center of the lighter on both the sides. “That Alpha still managed to fight with you and your pawns all alone. He is one brave Alpha. I have not seen one in a while. That’s why I am so excited to meet this Alpha Luke Smith” said Evandor with a proud smile but some other noise c

The color of her eyes has now turned pale. "This must be kept a secret between us." She mumbled, gasping for air. "Do you mean a Cadicarat…"He asked and watched her as she nodded her head. This time around, when the mirror went blank Lord Ray didn't bother standing up from his seat. He knew that the Mouthpiece could say the rest of the story with his mouth. "The Cadicarat between the lord of Vampires and the Luna of Werewolves made it seem as though they have been friends for ages. They stayed together in the cold night, chit chatting with each other.

His fingernails sharpened, into thick, yellowed claw that clicked against his tactical gear. “To get to the master, you have to get through me.” He countered, his posture shifting to a Predator’s crouch. “And I've been waiting for this rematch for years, let's see if Fenrir's alpha bleeds any differently than the rest of us.” He didn’t wait for my reply, we didn’t trade words anymore. He jumped landing in front of me before i could get my bearings, we traded blows that would have pulverized a human's skeleton. Elias was a tank, slow but hitting heavy, but hitting with devastating force of a wreaking ball. I ducked a wild swing, but the sent another one that caught me in my ribs.

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

“Rhea is my officer.” The room rippled with shock. Jordan stepped forward, his hand resting firmly on Rhea’s chair as if staking a claim. “This is Gamma Rhea of Golden Claw Pack!” he declared. The word struck like thunder. Gamma. Disbelief spilled across the chamber. A woman. And not just any woman, delicate, graceful, the kind most expected to be fragile. Killian barked a bitter laugh. “Gamma? You’re out of your minds! I’ve seen this girl beaten half to death by her own kin. She couldn’t even stand against her brother. How in the hell can she stand on a battlefield?”

The air was filled with the sounds of gunfire, wolf howls, and magical explosions hitting the brick walls. Despite this, Lyara’s ranks continued to advance. Sweat trickled down her temples, her breath labored, but her green gaze never wavered from her goal. As soon as Lyara reached the western border, a tall, muscular figure with black hair and gray irises rushed toward her. “Luna! You’re finally back,” Tavien exclaimed with relief in his voice. His eyebrows furrowed on his sweat-soaked, bloodstained face. “I, Jorvan Darkmane, present myself before you, Luna,” Jorvan said with his head bowed.

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

Lor asked. “I’ve roughly confirmed where they are now,” Sedris continued, “One of the Endlos Lights is in the human cultivator, James Cadenʼs possession. His wife, Thea Callahan, has one too. The third Endlos Light is with Wyot Dalibor, who comes from the Doom Race.” Upon hearing those three names, Lor furrowed his brows. Then, he said, “Alright. You can leave now.” “Yes, Sir Lor.” Sedris was drenched in a cold sweat as he treaded away carefully.