Sword Art Online Dark Repulser Novels & Stories

Muscular and resolute, Liana’s steely gaze hinted at the countless battles she had endured, and her presence exuded an aura of raw, unbridled power. Next to Liana stood Rowan Blackthorn, a silent yet menacing figure known as the Shadow Reaper. His dark armor seemed to blend into the shadows, his movements quiet but deadly. Rowan was an assassin by trade, his abilities in stealth and precision killing unmatched in all of Somerland. He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it.

Leon smiled Skylar stare at him in awe when she was told she's getting married to a tyrant, she thought he will look horrible but she was surprised, he looks devilishly handsome,his chiseled jawline and cheekbone and his blue eye stood out,a lazy smile was playing on his lips Skylar shook her head she got a bit distracted by his looks 'so what if he's handsome, he's still a cruel monster' Skylar thought "Since she's here that means she agreed" Leon looked at James and James nodded

Tamir stood over a wide table, on which lay the carcass of the converted werewolf. The beast stank of dog and sewage, and its hind legs with long black claws hung lifelessly almost to the floor. Krrrr... The knife cut through the cartilage with a juicy crunch. The sorcerer put his blade aside and took hold of the bulbous sternum with both hands. He pressed, distributing in opposite directions, jerked sharply. Hr-r-lynx! A juicy crack, and the ribs turned outward, revealing a black shiny inside.

He reached out and tapped the map, selecting the "Admiring Immortals State." In the instrument cultivator profession, he chose the most popular sub-profession: sword cultivator! Sword cultivators had the highest single-target damage, making them the most suitable for one-on-one combat and soloing bosses. Sebastian aimed to become the world's number one, which meant he would inevitably face numerous challenges in the future, including open confrontations, covert attacks, assassinations, and more.

Three massive figures stepped out. They were ten feet tall, clad in golden armor that shone like the sun. They wielded massive hammers and shields. They didn't look like monsters. They looked like angels. BOSS DETECTED: THE SERAPHIM. LEVEL: 99. TYPE: ANTI-VIRUS PROTOCOL. "They're hunting the glitches," Jax said, gripping his data-sword. "They delete anything that doesn't follow the script. They've already deleted the Merchant's Guild."

“I guess she’s going to realize to what ends you’re willing to go for her and that kid.” Jake could only nod his head. She knew him as Jake, but now she’d get to know Wrath as well. “He also told me that the strippers were revenge for their dead guys. You’ll have to pull the girls in to the clubhouse or something. They’ll want eight more bodies for the shootout.” “Fuck,” Dagger murmured. “Fucking Dogs and their shit with the Reapers,” Bandit said. “Buzzer said they botched a delivery,” Jake said, and looked at Bandit.

"As expected, the Scarlet Black Sword ranked in the top ten of Secondary Divine Artifacts..." Looking at the soaring killing intent, Zephyr Khan murmured. "Boom..." After Zephyr Khan's words slowly sounded, a monstrous killing intent violently erupted. For a moment, the whole space was surrounded by a fierce aura, as if a bloodthirsty Demon had woken up. Scarlet Black Sword! One of the ten great Secondary Divine Artifacts was an exceptional great killing weapon!

Slowy, she limped over to the table, and found the one item she was looking for, The guards seemed to understand her intentions, and held Jason in a tight grip, as she approached him with the scalpel in her hand. Madchen couldn’t reach his face, and it was too bloody and battered to bother with at this point. Instead, she went for his chest. Jason cried out in agony as she carved letters into his sensitive flesh. When she stood back, she grinned again, proud of her artwork. There on his chest in big letters, the words “ I am a rapist pedophile, “ were carved. The guards swiveled him around to a face in a blood smattered mirror. His eyes filled with horror when he saw what she had done. He w

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.