Strongest Lantern Corps Novels & Stories

"Macy, you have to take control of it." At first, it seemed even my voice couldn't reach her but she was slowly regaining herself once more. Luckily the battle was drawing to a close since Garson was calling a retreat. With the enemy scattered we managed to call this a victory with minimum casualties. The toll this power was taking wouldn't have lasted much longer either. The moment I let the link break the effects vanished near instantly as they returned to bipeds once more without much fuss.

“Years ago, the Pure Crescent pack was gifted the Sapphire orb by the Moon Goddess. To guide these orbs, four Lanterns were positioned around them. How they are chosen is still a mystery to all. However, these four lanterns must work together to maintain peace. That's what makes the Pure Crescent pack the most powerful pack,” Mrs. Lowell began with her narration. “Through the years, everything was well until, one by one, the Lanterns began to get assassinated. Shortly, a mysterious fire broke out in the Pure Crescent pack, killing everyone except Annik. Naturally, he took over.”

the massive warrior grunted, adjusting the leather straps of his dual axes. "Archivist Orion." The old scholar offered a faint, self-deprecating smile as he rolled up the parchment. "I suppose I am technically here as well." Behind the core leadership stood twelve of Blackthorn's most elite, decorated warriors—men and women chosen not merely for their brute physical strength, but for their absolute loyalty, tactical wisdom, and unyielding courage under pressure. Commander Roland approached the edge of the ship, looking up at Killian with a deeply frustrated sigh. "I still firmly believe that my place is by your side on that deck, Killian."

We got to a door and he opened it. "Let go in." I nodded and followed him inside. "Wow," I gawked as I came to view countless lit lanterns hanging down the ceiling. Their lights illuminated the room so brightly. "What is this?" I asked as I looked around. There was a particular one whose light shinned brighter than the rest. "Each of these lanterns represents the soul of each pack member." "Soul?" I asked in fascination and he nodded. "This one is for Luna Mother. This is for Xena. This is Me and this ridiculously bright one is Akira's."

Leo wore his tailored dark vest over a crisp white shirt, holding his diagnostic tablet, while Lyra wore her training armor, her twin short-swords strapped across her back. ​"I’ve already isolated the entity’s power core, Mama," Leo reported articulately, tapping his screen. "It’s drawing power from three ancient dark-mana conduits beneath the oceanic shelf." ​"And I’ve pre-loaded the Sol-Imperator's heavy kinetic cannons with high-density solar charges!" Lyra added enthusiastically, her golden eyes flashing. ​Ethan chuckled, picking Lyra up onto his broad forearm while giving Leo a proud nod. "Our children are faster than our military scouts."

A reminder of his fist slamming into my jaw seven days ago when I was stupid enough to challenge him over Betty. He won. He always won. He was stronger, older, and currently the bane of my existence. Leonardo reached into the crate, pulling out a paper lantern. "The guards are set at the perimeter. Micah, Luka, Henry, and Mick. Just like you asked." "Good." I grabbed the string of the lantern, tying it off with a brutal, tight knot. "And Jeremiah?"

The weaker competitors would kill the enemies with a slower speed, and the corpse puppets’ attack would be weakened. The Corpse Pavilion’s eldest disciple and himself were unquestionably the strongest among everyone there. They were the fastest in killing enemies, and the corpse puppets in their area were the craziest. This caused a large amount of their true energy to be exhausted, although they were the strongest. In the end, they were unable to continue. As for Fane…

She was sure her arm will have the huge print of his finger on it. "You better call someone to bring the money else you are not leaving here today." The driver held on to her refusing to let go. Lucia stared at the man dumbfoundedly. She was even more surprised. She was a wolf though she hasn't shifted yet she was still very strong. Why couldn't she free herself from his grip? Maybe because she had been in the hospital for a few days that's why. That must be the reason. As they were quibbling, one of the security guards came out, yelling at them as he walked towards them. "Hey don't fight here. This is private property, get out of here."

I was the Luna of the Eclipse Pack, and my pack was bleeding. My light became an extension of my will, precise and surgical. I was a lighthouse in the storm of shadows, my beams cutting through the darkness to sear a void-walker's form, to disrupt a cultist's chanting, to illuminate a path for a retreating warrior. I was no longer trying to hold back the entire ocean; I was plugging the leaks in the dam, one by one.

“Can you state the greatest threats who will be there to stop us?” “Emperor Sargan,” Larice started. “Those three who’s left from The Six … then, of course, Estes and Quarth … I’m telling you, they’re the most unstoppable if both power and strength are combined. And don’t forget Grand Hunter Lorath. We’ll have to go through all of them before we can reach the orb.” Raeherys massaged his temples. He almost forgot about those two Archon Hunters. Considering their immense power, he knew they wouldn’t be able to defeat them in time. They clearly lacked the strength, but this was all that they had. They still had to try.