Sternritter E Novels & Stories

Alaska could produce such profound emotions, you forgot your identity entirely. As I tried the number again, Ritter emerged from the mouth in the bluffs. Standing akimbo against the alcove’s glow, he looked around for a moment before spotting me. I have to admit that, in spite of his hardcore shtick, in spite of the fact that he took his name—which means ‘knight’ in Deutsch—way too seriously as he went nobly forth to subjugate the wild spirit of Germany’s last frontier, I liked Ritter. He had a certain flair that, while a bit long on the cock feathers, had less to do with machismo than a genuine belief in his place among the elements. I knew what he was thinking as his gaze lingered on me, a

"Shut up! We saw you following Cheel up the mountain! You wanted to have him? Dream on, Ritian! Your smelly ass can never have him!" "Show me the bastard, then! Show me that man and I'll fight him one versus one! Come on!" Ritian was thrown over Wenren's shoulder. His world turned for a moment before recovering. All of his blood rushed down in his head. He swayed. "Mother of hens, Wenren! Put me down! I won't back down from this! Let me ace this punch! Just once!" "You can't even throw one properly." Wenren snorted. He faced the women in front of them. "He wasn't following Cheel that day, miss. Ritian wasn't after him. As to who is he interested with, I'll leave it up to you to find out."

the man muttered. Dressed entirely in black and not even bothering to cover his face, the skinny and sneaky-looking man was Eren Kirstein. After blowing in the powder, he let out a lewd chuckle and mumbled, "Holtrien's supreme leader? The Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family? Ha! I'll have you lying obediently on the ground, at my mercy."

Normally, it would only take him a snap of his fingers in summoning his spirit guardian, but because of what happened, his energy levels are so low that it's almost a miracle to have him able to call The Raven. "Hanji," it's deep voice called. "Rai," he replied, his voice filled with gratitude and hope. "Thank you for responding to my summons." The Raven only looked at him with it's intimidating crimson eyes and nodded. He was the King of all the Raven Spirits, and he stood 6 feet tall,— his wingspread at about 20 feet wide. Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.

A powerful voice boomed in the arena, everyone turned toward him and bowed down out of respect. "Long live the future king!" The warriors yelled with a position that you see on TV, I didn't dare to look at his way. "Prince Rhyker." Ashton saluted him, standing straight. With a serious face, although I can see the amusement hiding in his eyes. "Stay down, I'm only here to look after my special guest." He growled, I can feel his stare at me. I gulped anxiously and turned to Ashton with pleading eyes, he chuckled and shook his head.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.