Sternritter E Novels & Stories

Kolton eyed the group closely, but none of them showed signs of hesitation. “Your courage and skill will be of great benefit to the Grenyaar and to all of Eyrdal. Therefore,” said Storr, unsheathing his Khortaal and holding it out before him, pointing at the apprentices, “I grant you the title of Grenyaar, Black Knights and protectors of Edon!” He swung the blade in a circular flourish and slid it back into its sheath expertly.

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

"I… I'll give you my answer the next day, okay? We'll both be satisfied by then." Cheel was ecstatic. "It's good that you're back, Ritian!" He opened his arms for a brief hug. Ritian's scalp tingled when their skin touched. "I hate it when you're with Wenren. Martial heroes are stupid. Bear it for now, okay? The body is in the…" Ritian listened with an impervious concentration. He stayed in his position until Cheel left with a big grin on his face. He let out a distressed sigh. Ritian crouched over his room's doorway. When his window was forcefully opened, he didn't hold back his scream. "Waah! I told you the day after tomorrow!"

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.

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."

Upon noticing her, the three men immediately straightened their backs and gave her a quick salute without saying anything. Holding her hand, she kissed the ring that bore the Eagle insignia that marks their family. HER family. The scarf suddenly wobbled, and slid down her rotund arms as it slowly transformed itself into a big white fox. It opened it's eyes and revealed a pair of deep blue irises as it looked to it's master. "Elizabeth," it spoke.

000 Meter Tink! State panel release Talent : 1 Star Name : Ertan (Servant) Age : 15 Level : 2 Class : Z Exp : 0 Strength : 20 Agility : 20 Vitalty : 20 Alchemy : Beginner 3 Skill : Stealthmode Storage : 5.000 Meter

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.