Rider Fgo Novels & Stories

"Did you see? We get to sit in the special section and there's free food and everything!" "I see that," Kyra said, forcing a smile. "That was very nice of... him." "His name is Ryker," Kade said. "And he said I should call him that until I'm ready to call him something else." The implication made Kyra's chest tight. "Kade, we need to talk about—" "The race is starting!" Kade interrupted, pointing at the track where motorcycles were lining up. "There he is, number seven, that's Ryker's bike!"

No iris, no white, just darkness that seemed to go on forever. "You know who I am," I said, keeping my voice steady despite my racing heart. "Kiera Vale. Once-chosen mate of the Ironfang Alpha, mother of the boy who carries enough royal blood to make him worth killing. Currently playing at being human while war gathers like storms." He circled me slowly, each step deliberate. "Yes, I know who you are. The question is whether you know who I am." "They call you the Broker. They say you can get anything, for a price."

Additionally, they are typically less than 20 years old. "Hello, my name is Li Wei. He joined this Monster Slayer Guild as a new member," Nawa remarked while introducing Li Wei. The hands of the three adolescent lads instinctively shook with Li Wei. Yazu here. A fighter with a sword. Warrior is what I do here at the Stronghold. "My name is Raike, and I'm a fighter as well. I use a sword as my weapon. "I'm Azozan, and I work as an assassin. The flying knife is my main weapon.

“I already hate whoever wrote this.” The Lycan remained beside me, silent in that dangerous way he became whenever something shifted from uncertain to serious. His attention stayed on the parchment. Mine stayed on the wording. Not a threat. Not exactly. Worse. Calculated interest. They weren’t trying to scare Ironfang. They were measuring it. I exhaled slowly before looking toward the messenger still waiting nearby. “Describe the rider.” The young warrior straightened immediately. “Male. Mid-thirties maybe. No visible pack insignia.”

Meanwhile, in the midst of the Dark Zone, a single figure was riding by horse through the trees in the faint morning light. The fog, though still very heavy, was slightly blocked by the woods of the mountains, and so even just after dawn, it was quite dark at ground level. The rider traveled swiftly, zigzagging through the woods along a narrow dirt trail. He was a young man, in his early twenties, and he was one of the people of the valley of Ravenna. He was wearing a ragged, leather chest plate, on which he carried a large knife in a holster and a wooden longbow on his back. There was also a harness attached to the horse. One side of it held a quiver full of arrows and a stone sword in a sc