Sengoku Basara X Novels & Stories

With a swift kick, Hiro sent Nevera's body flying across the room, but Xarath quickly regained control, summoning dark energy to amplify Nevera's physical strength. Nevera's eyes turned a malevolent shade of crimson as Xarath unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks at Hiro, each strike imbued with demonic power. Hiro dodged and countered with precision, his movements a blur as he exploited Nevera's momentarily weakened state. The battle raged on, the two combatants exchanging blows that shattered the walls and sent debris flying. Xarath summoned dark tendrils to ensnare Hiro, but Hiro severed them with a swift slash of his hand, the motion imbued with a faint, golden glow. Timeless was still

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

She landed gracefully on her feet, as this was something she had done many times before. She gasped when she saw them. Mitch's neck was covered in claw marks, his shirt was ripped to shreds. His nose was slashed down the middle and blood was dripping from his lips. Jim's left eye was busted, and claw marks decorated his cheeks. His lip was busted, and his shirt was also ripped to shreds. “Do you give up, mutt?” Knox asked, his chest heaving as he spoke. “No. Do you?” Gustav answered, holding his chest as he was trying to catch his breath. Both of them grunted loudly, getting ready to go at it again.

Scales leave my skin to be replaced with new ones. I see both women are fighting with him. Xerxes is regenerating fast. I break through the fire and fall to my knees, panting, spitting blood. I move to grab him, pushing his face into the fire and he screams. All three of us move in sync like a well-oiled machine. I punch him repeatedly as he fights back. Serana shrieks as she runs forward as I hold him in place. She leaps into the air and wraps her legs around his neck, and twists so she is on his shoulder. Pushing her hands into the side of his neck. He screams again as Lara runs forward with the sword in her hand. I look at Serana and she nods her head. Lara screams and thrusts the sword i

"It ends now. You will not win this!" Xavier's ability to remain upright despite the blood spurting from his side shocked me. His neck and chest were covered in a few badly broken scratches and claw marks that would not heal. Was it Basilia who had done that to him? And if she did, where is she? Xavier's thin lips turned up into a grin as he raised his eyebrows. "She's dead," he declared. "By the way." Furrowing my brows, I was unable to comprehend his words.

I took one last look at Sya. @SenaSen

Xavier’s heart races with anticipation as he takes off after her, the thrill of the chase fueling his determination. After zigzagging through the field for several moments, Xavier propels himself into the air, colliding with Larissa’s side. The impact sends us crashing to the ground with a thud. As we land, the unmistakable scent of Larissa’s potent pheromones fills the air, betraying her arousal. Xavier asserts his dominance, mounting her and gripping her shoulder with his teeth, demanding her submission. Larissa growls in protest, her attempts to break free met with futile resistance.

cried Arabella as Xander lay on the floor. Arsenio gave a code and Bastian nodded in understanding. SREEETTTT... Bastian draws his dagger, making a long, deep scratch on Arabella's neck. The sound that was originally loud, is now silent. Arsenio threw the folding knife to the floor. Then, in line, he approached Bastian and Mark there. "He's Xander's right-hand man," Bastian said, as Arsenio glanced at the forty-year-old man who was lying full of wounds.