Netero Final Attack Novels & Stories

Not yet. Not ever.

"What does this have to do with me? If you have feelings for her, feel free to pursue her." I had only pushed him lightly, but to my surprise, Wayne went stumbling to the ground like he'd been knocked over, and his face twisted like he was about to cry. "I know you've loved Justine for years, but love isn’t first-come-first-served. I know you can't accept that she wants to break up with you to be with me, but that doesn't give you the right to attack me in the middle of the street." Anger surged in me, and my voice rose without thinking.

Bonus - Kyrios and Eloise The End

Kaya just rolled her eyes out of irritation, then she turned her back and walked away towards the railing on the roof deck. "It's not that easy squiggy," Luke said. "There are some things that are intangible to us, while some, have already been looted, we're not the only players that entered this game, you know?" He added. Eurus stopped for a second. Only now did he thought of the number of players that might have participated in this game. "H-how many players have you encountered?" He asked. "Tons of them," Luke replied. "They don't seem to be friendly as well."

Nero suggested, which took a few seconds of reflection from Jo before he agreed to the idea. “As an Archturian, he definitely knows which spots we’re going to aim for because he’s studied them too,” continued Nero. Jo gave him a question. “So which one do you think we should attack??” “Anyone?! Can you help me?!” Servant screamed again, and Girga Lyon knocked his back until his body hit the wall. Servant fell and rolled to avoid Girga Lyon’s feet that were about to step on him. “The soles of the feet?” Nero and Jo said almost at the same time.

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

She finished. The room exploded as side chatter started. Nezerra stood walked over to Felan. “Silence.” He shouted, never taking his eyes off Felan. “You all have heard what she has to say, and I know you all have questions. I have some myself, but they won’t get answered if we keep talking over one another. The room fell silent. Nezerra held Felan by the shoulders and asked her, “Are you sure?” Felan nodded and spoke with such determination and confidence “We all knew that the final battle was going to come down to three people anyways. Johnathan, Keyne, and myself and if I can minimize the number lives that will be lost during this battle then I would be worth it alone.”

"Then let’s end this. Together." --- The Final Strike The groups launched a coordinated attack, each using their strengths. Ryan summoned a barrier of light to protect the others, while Logan and Nathan combined their fire and shadow magic to create a devastating blast. Mia and Elena used their powers to immobilize the serpent, giving Anna the chance to strike the final blow. She raised the artifact, its energy coursing through her, and brought it down on the serpent’s head. The creature let out an ear-splitting roar before disintegrating into a cloud of ash.

“You’ve been stalling.” The Herald’s broken face twitches. A wet, choking sound bubbles out of him, something between a laugh and a death rattle. For a moment, I think that he might be amused. Then the muscles in his face twitch, and he gasps in pain. “Tomorrow,” he continues, ignoring me, “the Final Game shall begin.” The torches flare violently, casting warped shadows that stretch and twist across the walls like clawed hands. “There is, however,” he adds, tilting his head at an unnatural angle, “a deviation.”