Novelas y relatos de Rengoku Cry

“I will avenge Dina-chan. I have no fire in my throat. I have no fire in my heart. I have no things left. I give all of me to fate. Now is time for strength.” Ryuu kneels down and presses his forehead on the loose dirt. As the tears touch the soil, they spread across the grave. The ground steams and changes color. When the tears cool, they harden the ground until it's solid black rock. The rock steams until it looks like black glass. “Milo, would you like to say anything?” Lenora puts a hand on my back. “It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

Ryuou unsheathed a Japanese katana by his side, revealing a gleaming silver blade with rubies and silver dragons adorning the black hilt. Yuri resisted the urge to snarl. Him and his God complex. “You can try.” Yuri stated, readying Odium. “Try to kill me if you can. I am not a Phantom for nothing! And you’ll also do well not to underestimate me!” There was silence for several moments before Ryuou moved forwards with alarming speed and without any warning.

If not for the young master Wu and his bodyguards, these people would have already approached Meng Qian to talk or even take advantage of the other simply dressed party. In a Dark BL novel, the main characters would only attract scum and the good people generally didn't show up and help out in the shadows, a total reversal of values ​​and attitudes in this kind of dark environment. Young Master Wu and Meng Qian were accompanied by the two bodyguards who were guarding the door of the private room in the restaurant last Friday. The tallest bodyguard is named Rong Deli and is a martial cultivator who has attained the level 1 Soul of Origin, he prefers to use firearms specializing in elements. I

But the look of sorrow and fear conveyed enough. "Do not worry, you will never see them again. They can never enter the chance to be reborn. Not if I have anything to say about it." Ren bit into the Frost Bird taking out the Ion Crystal inside. He swallowed it. Fangs appearing he drain the remaining Ion energy and blood in the b east. "Tasty. To bad about the other wing however." *Bzzzzt!* A large bolt of lightning shot out. The Living Lightning Sect Disciple had defeated the afterimages. But by the looks of it she was on her last legs.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w

I say. We’ve just stepped into the cafeteria when I hear a dragon’s roar. A moment later, I hear Cyrene screaming for our mother that something’s wrong with Iniko. I race out of the cafeteria and outside to the area where Cal’s dragon babies have taken up residence until they shift. Before I even get there, I hear the horrible sound of bones snapping and I feel more than hear, Iniko crying out in pain. I find Cyrene who is sobbing as she watches Iniko. I take her hand and watch helplessly as our brother’s bones snap and reconfigure into his human form.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

He is not moving and keeps fixing the dark even though his brothers have already disappeared. "Eren." I call him but he doesn't bat a lash. "Eren!" I call him more urgently, shaking his arm and this is where he finally moves. His eyes slam shut and I can hear his sharp inhale of breath, as I spot him clenching his fist vigorously. Tears fill my eyes.

Heavy, mechanical footsteps crunched over the wet gravel. Nero, the Rank 7 Crustacean-Strain mutant, walked up to where Ren lay gasping. Her massive, hydraulic-powered pincer claw whirred softly, venting a small cloud of steam into the cold air. She looked at the perfectly dry, V-shaped patch of ground radiating outward from Ren’s body, protecting the entire settlement. She knelt beside him, her segmented, dark eyes unreadable. "I have lived in the dark for twenty years," Nero clicked, her mandibles shifting. "I have seen Warlords drown in the shallows, and I have seen the King's Guard crushed by the pressure. But I have never seen a single man break a wave like that."