Lords Of The Fallen Bloody Glory 소설 & 이야기

Joe's voice sounding along with them, as he pushed his men forward through the frey of black armored soldiers, stark against their own glowing silver armour. Ambrose was cutting through men like grass, when he felt a knee trembling flash of terror and fear, deep within him. He paused his fighting, leaving himself exposed, just as a soldier lifted his sword to cut the Lord down. When a slither of metal pierced right through the back of the soldier's neck, gurgling on his own blood, the soldier collapsed - to reveal the bloodied face of Ravyn. The Shadow's eyes, filled with the icy determination of a warrior in battle.

Laye joins me, intently watching the scene, probably recreating it in his mind. We find Pharaoah between two cars riddled with bullet holes. Two bodies lie limp around him as he punches an Albanian to a pulp. The man’s features are unrecognizable, his eyes swollen, his lip busted, his shirt soaked with blood and dirt. Every time Pharaoah punches him, the man’s blood sprays on his shirt, face, and glasses. It’s a first for someone so meticulous who never gets his hands dirty. “I said…” He breathes harshly. “Where the fvck is your nest of cowards? Where do you rats hide? Huh?”

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.

The Clash of Kings The air split as Erebus lunged, his shadow-forged blade carving a jagged path toward me. I met it with steel, sparks flying as our swords collided. The force of the impact rattled through my bones, driving me back a step, but I planted my boots and shoved forward, refusing to give ground. The battlefield roared around us soldiers clashing, wolves snapping, guardians hurling fire but all of it blurred at the edges. There was only him. Only Erebus. His eyes burned with scarlet fire, and every strike carried the weight of centuries of darkness.

The air suddenly turned freezing cold. The forest surrounding the temple fell silent. Then... They appeared. Thousands upon thousands of armored warriors emerged from the mist. Unlike the Shadow Legion, they made no sound. Their armor was black as obsidian. Their eyes burned with empty blue fire. Each carried an ancient weapon etched with forgotten symbols. Liam swallowed hard. "They're dead..." Orion nodded grimly. "The Fallen Legion." "The greatest army ever assembled." "They were buried after the First Age." Magnus tightened his grip on his axe.

But as I get closer, I hear something that makes my blood run cold. Screaming. I break into a run before I can think better of it, my pack bouncing against my back as I crest a small hill. What I see below makes me stop in my tracks. A caravan. Or what's left of one. Three wagons are overturned, their contents spilled across the road. Bodies lie scattered among the wreckage—some moving, some terribly still. And surrounding them are figures in dark armor, their faces hidden behind masks of black iron. Ember Dominion soldiers.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” the warplanes began to bombard the monsters. They all burn with fire. All the remaining soldiers were excited again. They shot the monster down and finally victory for the Hope organization had arrived. But all that means nothing to Eren. He had lost the person he loved so much.