Sword Art Online Dark Repulser Novels & Stories

At the same time, the Great Emperor of Hate Dragon and the Hate to Kill the Great Emperor also condensed their resentment into a long spear and a Black Sword, both of which emitted billowing murderous aura, directly attacking Tadhg Walter full body. Faced with this kind of attack, Tadhg Walter's eyes also flashed at this moment. At this moment, he felt the anger and resentment of living beings, and saw the cruel scene of countless living beings being devoured by resentment.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

in his struggling tone, he ordered his men and everything went into chaos. Screams and slamming of tables were everywhere. Shattered glasses and spilled bottles of wine. I saw Martin shield Kota with his body as she hid like a mouse behind him. He kicked and punched the abdomen and face of the thug's leader who assaulted Kota earlier. He was enraged. That's Martin, he was dangerous especially when somebody touched his property without his permission. And Dakota Weasly was his and only his. I was slammed into the wall when a strong kick hit my side. I glared at the sneering man who got the bone to whack me and positioned myself.

That outcry weakened West, he froze with the knife in her hand and blood blinding his vision. Justin coughed out blood and managed to breath and keep his eyes open as he watched Sophia. He hated himself for being the one used to hurt her from the very beginning and his parents are the devil behind the mask. The opening of the door broke the suspense. Some soldiers pushed Mr. Smith, Flying dragon, and the assassins into the room. Everyone was shocked except West who was excited to see that he's defeating his enemies. *** Molly watched Tyler go brokenhearted. She could only cry as he turned and went away, carrying her heart along.

It all fueled her determination to bring an end to Zephyr's reign of darkness. Summoning every ounce of strength within her, Sable unleashed a flurry of blows upon Zephyr, her sword cutting through his defenses with unyielding precision. He staggered backward, his dark armor cracking under the relentless assault. She pressed forward, sensing his weakening resolve. With one final strike, Sable's sword pierced through Zephyr's chest, a burst of light erupting from the wound.

She had been charging up this attack throughout Noah's bout with the beast. Dark Angel Sword: Hell's Judgment! An aura coated her sword, making it appear 10 meters large as she pierced through the scorpion's underside, with her Dark Essence ravaging its body inside out! Finally, the beast wailed with anguish as it weakly fell to the ground. It was dead! Noah looked at this with a calm look as blood repeatedly seeped out of his lips. They had won.

“You think she can hurt me?” “She’s not an ordinary girl.” “Neither am I an ordinary man.” Anatoly’s scowl deepened, but I shrugged his hand off and stepped forward. The men shifted, giving me space. “Bring out the weapons,” I ordered. A ripple of surprise moved through the ranks, but they obeyed. Two men disappeared into the armory, returning moments later with crates. The clatter of steel rang out as they dropped them open, a display of gleaming metal under the sun. Swords, katanas, axes, hammers—pieces collected from across continents, weapons that knew the taste of blood and death like I knew the back of my own palm.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

I fired two blind shots over my shoulder, dropping a flanker right into a stack of steel pipes. I had missed this. I missed the desperate, pleading look in an enemy’s eyes right before the light went out. Out here, in the dark, bathed in the blood of the people who wanted me dead, there were no complicated rules. There were no confusing, desperate hugs from a captive girl, no pink lips to obsess over, and no honey eyes driving my mind into a chaotic mess. Out here, I wasn't confused. I was a monster. I was myself again. Silas finished off the last standing soldier with a brutal, bone-crushing kick to the chest. The warehouse suddenly fell dead silent, save for the wet, heavy panting of the d

A crest gleamed on his chest plate: the Moonveil Citadel emblem, a silver wolf's head wreathed in thorns, symbol of an ancient order long whispered in legends. In his grip, he wielded a sword that sang of forgotten forges—a massive greatsword with a blade as long as a man's arm, etched with glowing runes that pulsed like veins of starlight. The hilt wrapped in blackened leather, guarded by a crossbar shaped like crossed fangs, it hummed with arcane power, cleaving through monster hides as if they were parchment. Each swing arced with devastating force, severing limbs and heads in sprays of dark ichor, the warrior pivoting seamlessly, boots sinking into the mire without falter. He fought alon