Read Combat Continent Light นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

That doesn't really make sense for her "Jealous much?!" she said chuckling "No Luma, more of a pity" Stella sat down and bang her arms against the bubble wall. “Luan!” Lynx screamed when he heard her call “Are you ok?” Aeriol asked. She nods and smile, making all his worries wash away. He wave his hand sweeping away the shadows coming close to them. “It’s time to get serious” Nathaniel said. He clasp his hand and a ball of fire split itself then mold into guns. He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone.

Rhys was watching me from across the room with the careful attention of a man who had served me long enough to know that my stillness was not calm. "Disposition," I said. "Yes, Alpha," Rhys said. "They used that word in a Blood Kingdom joint declaration," I said. "They did." Disposition in assembly language meant an outcome to be determined by the elder council. It was the word used for contested claims, for property disputes, for things whose status was unresolved. They had used it for Austin the way you used it for an object. The stated consequences section was the last part of the letter. If Blood Moon's Alpha did not comply with the formal demand within seven days, the coalition would in

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

So I switched the channel to the next one and as I had suspected, there it was. The bright red box to the right of the announcer showed Nathan and his opponent, Cooper, as everybody knew him, indulging in appropriate combat till Nathan's demeanor suddenly broke off and he ended up on his knees after only two punches. My eyes were screwed shut when the situation got worse in the video and Nathan's face was bloodshot red in literal blood and strain.

, a hundred blades suddenly elongated into three foot lengths of blue light. “Light sabers!” Jasmine gasped, her eyes enormous. Jayems’ eyes flicked to her briefly. “Energy blades. Blue Death.” He returned his attention to the fray. Faced with a solid wall of lightning, the riders sheered off, shouting blood curdling war cries as they tossed glowing white balls into the mass of soldiers. Unless struck from the air with a sword, dazzling white light exploded where they hit, coating the soldiers with glowing powder. Only one grenade struck, and those soldiers immediately removed from the field.

Vanessa reloaded her rifle, steady and sharp, never looking away from the approaching enemy fleet. “We’re boxed in,” she growled. Kyle’s fingers flew over the flickering control console, fighting to reroute power. “There’s... no signal!” he gasped. "We’re completely jammed!” The Ambush Suddenly— Massive searchlights blazed across the dark ocean, locking onto us with deadly precision. From the black depths, combat drones surfaced, circling like sharks, their turret guns armed and primed to fire. Damien snapped sharply: “GET READY!” Firestorm Erupts

Weapons gleamed in the cold light of dawn, a stark promise of what was to come. The moment the boat struck sand, the shadows attacked. They surged forward, clawed hands outstretched and red eyes burning like coals in the night. Amelia moved with the speed of the hunted, transforming as she struck, eyes gone amber and claws slicing the air. Gabriel fought at her side, matching her blow for blow, while Lucas guarded her flank, fierce and vigilant. The pack moved as one, cutting through the shadow horde with practiced precision. Remus shouted directions, his voice clear above the chaos.

This was Maretti. Cesare had arrived. “Hold positions,” someone called—Rocco, further out now, voice skating the edge of calm. “We’ve got friendlies and enemies in the same box. No blind shooting.” “Then we go unblind,” Cesare’s voice cut across comms, dry as bone. “Flood the lights.” The forest exploded into day. Portable towers along the drive ignited, white-bright, washing the cabin and the clearing in sterile brilliance. Night died with a hiss.

The darkness filled with chaos, every sound a weapon. I stumbled back, pressing to the wall again, chest heaving. My fingers found the cut Celeste had left, blood slick, proof this wasn’t some nightmare I could wake from. And then, light. A single flicker overhead, the emergency systems coughing to life. Red strobe lights pulsed through the chamber, painting everything in fractured shadows. My gaze landed on them. Julian and Celeste are locked in combat. His jaw clenched, eyes burning, muscles straining as he caught her wrist mid-swing. She smiled, even with her lip split, blood glistening like crimson paint.