Medusa Rider Novels & Stories

It would definitely cost a lot to buy this in B City. “Are you the customer on Stormchase? Hop on,” Monique reached out her small face, blinking her bright eyes, then she went down and opened the door for that young man who had dumbfounded and standing there for a long time. “This is a Maserati! Are you Stormchase’s driver who has been taking requests?” The young man sounded amazed and opened his mouth wide in shock, that it could even fit a huge duck egg.

Ophelia adjusted her jacket, then shifted her gaze to Evans. “This is not just any cafe. Our kind meet here secretly, and you must act normal," she said strictly. “Normal? As in... normal?" She shook her head. "Normal as in our kind. You are one of us, and you have to act like one," she replied, then reached for his glasses, but he shifted in his seat. "What? You have to take off those glasses. I can't be seen with a nerd werewolf." “I am sorry, but I can't see without my glasses." She scoffed, a look of disbelief on her face.

He growled, seemingly to warn them away, looking just like a demon from the oceanic abyss as his black pupils reflected the rising flame. I didn’t know if I should be celebrating the fact that Dicken was still frighteningly possessive over me despite being reduced to a senseless creature. Still, survival instinct and intense agony restored my mermaid abilities, and I freed myself from his vice-grip while he was busy dealing with those monsters, then fired the grapple gun towards the approaching ship and used my last remaining strength to slide to the other ship. “What happened?” “My god! Who is that?” “She’s from the Seeker.”

My hands subconsciously slipped away from hers, and I looked at her with widened eyes, expecting her to speak up for herself and explain to me that whatever they were saying wasn't true and that it made no sense. She only shook her head as tears rolled down her cheeks. I wanted to ignore them and act like I didn't hear them, but I was curious to know what they were really talking about. The moon goddess wouldn't be so heartless to give me a mute as a mate, right? “What do you mean?” I asked. He stood up and walked forward, his gaze lingering on her. I could see the lust in his eyes, and it was annoying me greatly. “Alpha, she isn't your type. This girl is a Stealer Wolf, she doesn't deserve

His name was Yama, the most senior Warrior of The Hunter's Guild. Yama was known for his deadly attack - capable of knocking down a buffalo with 1000 Health Points in a single attack. However, Yama's attack is ineffective against Magmar, a female-bodied World Boss with a long, snake-like lower body. Magmar is the summoner of lightning and carries a deadly weapon: two magic sword blades. Since Magmar is a magical creature, defeating her quickly requires magic weapons and Nebula energy. Meanwhile, Warriors like Yama relied on physical strength and Mingzhu energy.

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will. To Elysia's right was Raiden Stormcaller, a master of lightning and thunder, whose electric presence crackled with power. The lightning tattoos on his arms seemed to pulse, hinting at the destructive energy he could unleash. Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments.

"Uh, fever, vomiting, he is very tired too. He couldn't talk to his wolf anymore." "Was he coughing up blood? " "No, I don't think so." "Oh, the nasty metal. I think it's scarlet silver. It's a silver powder that's been activated with another plant that's also a crossbreed... well, it's a bit complicated but it's one of the few metals that's deadly to you. It causes fever, vomiting, difficulty breathing and eventually hearts failure." "It's true that he was short of breath." She reaches into a bag I hadn't seen and pulls out a vial with a green liquid. She takes it in her hand and closes her eyes, muttering incomprehensible words.