Novel & Cerita Minotaur Lancer

"Understood. Our defenses here are pretty solid. By the way, Drogoton sent word of a species of monsters. They’re called minotaurs and have bodies made of lava. Any bullets that get near them will immediately melt." "I'm aware. We were attacked by them two days ago. They destroyed a lot of our fighter jets, but we managed to eliminate them." "How did you do it?" Sage asked. "Stones." "Stones?" "Yeah, we crafted weapons out of stones since stones are hard to melt. The minotaurs are not very heavy in offense and are prone to damage as they’re pretty fragile. All you have to do is come up with materials that won’t easily melt and attack them with it."

The Flash grenade goes off as we entered the Boss Room, A Single Alpha Minotaur stands in the middle of the room carrying a large crude stone ax, with a towering height of 3 meters and a robust muscular body, certainly, the Alpha Minotaur stood at the league of its own despite being a Threat Level 3 Monster. Still due to the surprised attack, instead of the normal troupe where it's going to bellow in anger, instead the Alpha Minotaur was screaming in agony and confusion as to the sudden overwhelming flash from the Flash grenade temporarily turn it blind.

- R H Y K E R "Captain of the White Knights, Akito Takeshi, Kai Takeshi and lastly the first commander of the army, Camélia Gran!" The guard announced, making me sigh in exasperation, I hate paperwork and if it's an urgent matter I should deal with it and solved it. My country is important to me, like my family and my girlfriend. There are three things that matter to me, I can't abandon one of them, it would represent death for me. "Your royal highness." They bowed down, I waved my hand and showed them where to seat. Akita stayed up while the commander and Kai sat down, lazy people.

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

Why is he reacting this way? “Oh, Dira, you don’t want to go there. You don’t know what you are saying,” he says. His breath was fanning my face. “You also don’t know what you are saying or what you are implying I will be forced to do,” I clap back. “You don’t understand that you are my Luna, and you need to be by my side,” he is almost pleading with anger still very much present. “You don’t know me, Ryker, and I mean it,” with renewed strength in my voice, “You fuck around, and you will find out. I am a Warrior first before I am someone else’s Luna,” I say firmly.

The Alpha choose 3 huge pack warriors to go search Ayra’s room. Their was tension as everyone waited with bated breath for the pack warriors to come back with results. A few minutes later, the three men came back with a heavy look on their faces “What did you find?” The Alpha asked them. The warrior who was at the head handed the Alpha a little bottle “this was what we found in her room” he said solemnly. The Alpha corked open the bottle and sniffed it, he raised his head and glared at Ayra, his eyes glowing purple as he he yelled out in fury “Wolfsbane?! How dare you plan to kill my wife and your Luna?” He asked in an enraged voice.

the voice taunted, each word draped in a mockery that made my skin crawl. I bristled at the words, unwilling to let the fear show, even as another shiver crawled its way down my spine. The darkness seemed to thicken, pressing in with a tangible force as I sought the source of that chilling voice. It was a game I refused to lose, yet the stakes felt impossibly high, the odds vast as shadows. "I fear nothing," I retorted, forcing more confidence into my words than I felt. "Now, show yourself." But the laughter persisted, echoing through the room in mocking waves. "We'll see about that, Luna of Death."

Tacamorga is summoned to my war room, he is my Head Hunter, and I am very proud of him, his fetes are unlike any other in my ranks, he's huge, even more so than I am at least 6 ft 8" and built like a tank, his skin is littered with scars and tattoos and he wears a Red eye patch over his right eye, he says it helps him focus and shoot better at his target, he is a man of very few words, I saved him from descending and he has been faithful to me ever since. It is obvious if he was on his way down to the depths it means he did not live a good life while he was living and judging from his skills, he was either a bounty hunter, assasssin or just a murderer for sport either which way it works out

He yelped, tried to twist free but I held on, and when I let go, he collapsed, lifeless. I didn’t have time to revel. Marcus was next. He tried to flee when he saw Luca fall, but I was faster. I shifted back, grabbed a fallen spear, and hurled it with every ounce of fury and justice in my body. The spear found its mark and Marcus fell, his eyes wide in shock, the smirk finally wiped from his face. It was over. The rogues scattered, what few remained, leaderless and broken. My warriors gave chase, driving them from our land.

He scanned her body for injuries, then his eyes met hers. She saw relief in them, then he stood up and went forward- standing beside Mabel. And he shifted. His wolf stood taller and larger than any other beast at ten feet with a hunched posture. His fur was midnight black, his eyeballs black-contrasting his golden iris. "You ready?" Mabel asked, and he roared. He didn't howl, he roared. A sound that left everyone terrified. He crouched down -gathering momentum- and jumped high in the air with Mabel taking flight, and they landed amongst the enemies.