Seirei Gensouki Light Novels & Stories

Kanpei felt an inexplicable anger and frustration, having hoped to regain his confidence with this fierce attack but finding it useless. Encased in the light, Kiran felt like he was basking in sunlight. The light's energy entered his body, gradually healing his wounds. Though the lifeblood of Lady Meiji and its coldness were gone, the weakness and pain persisted. Now, the light's energy felt like countless needles stitching his wounds, slowly restoring his strength. Although Kiran remained still, he could feel his strength returning. The recent attack by Kanpei wasn't even his own defense but the light's automatic reaction.

After receiving a proof that a necromancer was indeed hidden on the Akashia Village, the Maelies gave an order to twenty Light Oracles to kill the whole tribe. These Light Oracles are the personal Army of the Royal Bloodline, consisting of people who can manipulate two to three elements and combine them to make a new element of their own. One Light Oracle's strength is always leveled 10 times more than a normal element user so wiping the Akashians is of no difficulty for them.

"This one is for Luna Mother. This is for Xena. This is Me and this ridiculously bright one is Akira's." "Wow." "The lights would continue to shine as long as we're alive. And the intensity of each light depends on how strong its soul is." "So it means Akira's soul is the strongest amongst all the rest?" I asked and he nodded. "Indeed." "If that's the case then Riaz's light should be here, right?" He nodded. "Yeah. That is Riaz's," he said, pointing to the corner. I walked forward to see it clearer. "Wow."

My wings glowed in the setting sun. Isabell rose above the trees. A dark cloud carried her towards me. Her hands came at me with clawed fingers. Lighting shot from her hands. I dipped and dived as I tried to avoid it, but failed. The lightning struck me in the shoulder. I went tumbling down. Runes spun about in my mind. It was the way Kira thought, with pictures. Lanie was way more straight-forward, but the two parts of me worked together until it felt like instinct. I lifted my hands to my sides and pressed pink light out of them. My descent slowed until I soared upward as I remade my pink wings. The lighting through my shoulder ached. I laced it with pink light, tying to stich the tissue y

I picked up my phone, calmly finalized the payment for my flight, and only then walked backstage. Broken frames littered the floor. Tamara lay sprawled on the ground, her wrist bleeding from a wooden splinter. "Mr. Shepherd! My hand! What if I can never paint again?" She sobbed. "Mrs. Shepherd told me to organize these. “I didn’t know the frames would fall! I was so careful! Did I do something wrong?" Henry cradled her injured hand, his eyes reddening. Then he whipped his head toward me. "Are you satisfied now, Rosalind?" he roared.

“And now he says I can’t use Charizard unless I bring a sacrifice!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, he did what now?” Arsen was still processing when Jade charged in behind him, dramatically holding up a red crayon like it was the elder wand. His voice was deep, serious, slightly British for some reason. “THE CARDS HAVE SPOKEN.” “We are five seconds from a full cult ritual,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And I still haven’t had a second coffee.” Then—because apparently the chaos gods weren’t done—Lorelai floated in. I say floated because she wore a sheer purple cape, a tiara perched sideways on her curls, and she was dragging the mop like it was a sacred staff.

He conjures a ball of lighting with both his hands, and sent its volts at the image she sees of herself. Ailith watched the ball of lighting fly towards her dopple ganger, and as she stretches her hands at it, stopping its motion. "Blitz éc lair folgore" The bolt tripled in size, and it is redirected back at Aeirmish, scaring the floor and creating a huge explosion that breaks through the barrier Aeirmish had created, but he took a minor damage. Ailith couldn't see herself in the light of what she currently watches, and yet again, Ailith's attention was drawn from the mirage of herself and where Aeirmish laid, to the hooded men who surrounded her visioned personality, safely securing it in t

With his consolidated cultivation, Severin's strength had not only greatly increased but also, he was confident he could kill Grenn with a single blow in a rematch. After bidding Amethyst farewell, Severin raised his arm, formed a series of hand seals, and countless streams of rules of space celestial light erupted from his body.

Lucian Dragomir just looked at me and the Blazing Wukong in my soul did a full kowtow. I am seventeen, 100 % Japanese 100 % walking solar flare, and I have never once been rendered mute. Until now. He’s sitting there, eating fries like a normal senior, except every time he blinks the overhead lights flicker and the air smells like Carpathian pine and lightning. I march over before my friends can stage an intervention. Seras (voice only shaking a little): “Lucian Dragomir, right? Seras Himuari Nakamura. You just put Remy on his ass like it was choreography, and I think my heart just filed for citizenship in your general vicinity.”

His skin complexion was also turning a sickly shade of pale. “Seiran.” He rasped. “My name is…Seiran. Seiran Fujiyama.” Tohya looked on wordlessly. The newly acknowledged Seiran then laughed humourlessly, coughing up some blood as he did so. “I can’t believe that kids like you could defeat me. What a joke.” He coughed harshly. “But it doesn’t matter now. No matter how much Hekate tries, she can never defeat Kami.” Tohya narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like the way that Seiran had phrased those words. There was a resigned tone in his voice; almost like Yuri’s fate was already sealed.