Tales Of Arise Glutton For Battle の小説・ストーリー

Amira's screams of agony filled everyone's ears when her leg flew in the middle of the battlefield. Gluttony cracked his knuckled as he effortlessly avoids the countless arrows coming towards his direction. "Hey, Sloth! Stop slacking off. Isaiah wants to play with you." "Who's slacking off? Me? Hey, Glutton! For your information, I was the the first among the eight of us in this battlefield and warmed up with the seraphims," Sloth said while walking towards an arrow in a lazy manner. Sloth picked it up and then threw it back to Isaiah. He did not bother to avoid it though. Before it hits his face, it turned into golden dust.

This was a battle without any exotic armor, so it was not following the usual route of wearing down your opponent’s armor’s durability first. This battle was a battle of skill, a battle where the disparity between high-grade warriors was more exposed and defined. Any slight mistake could cost your life. The Bloody Fighter was not prepared to go down so easily, as he finally started executing his divine battle art, The Blood Rage. This divine battle art, as its name implied was derived from knowledge gotten after a lengthy examination of an exobeast’s rage awakening. It followed a precise set of principles, and it could significantly increase brute strength when executed.

My fangs dig deep into it, and his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I extracted my fangs and felt suddenly weak. I fell limp on his body, as sleep threatened to plunge in. “You are mine now,” I heard Casper say, before darkness dragged me in. I woke up with a start, my eyes opening to a strange sight. I was dressed in a warrior's armor, and I could hear the sound of dripping. I looked at my hands, and saw they were covered in blood. I was terrified, but as I looked around, I realized the blood wasn't mine. I was standing in a desolate battlefield, surrounded by the dead bodies of soldiers. The air was heavy with the scent of death, and I felt a wave of horror wash over me.

We stayed that way for a few moments, in perfect bliss. We finished up and stepped out of the shower. Walking into the bedroom, we dressed and headed out to the kitchen to meet with Zeno and Thiago to set up the day's events. Arina went and fed Kiara as a knock on the door sounded. Thiago opened the door to find a man in a suit holding a briefcase. He introduced himself as the Beta of the Running River pack, the very pack that Arina's mother was from. "I am here at the request of Alpha Jax as he requests your presence, my Queen," he said, glancing at Arina and Zeno. We all exchanged glances before Arina took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The creature cawed and flapped his dusty wings, landing on his feet a few meters away from us on the cave floor. "The baby that your mate will plant in your," "Let me stop you there," I said quickly. "There is no baby, there will be no baby, and for the last fucking time, we aren't royalty." The creature's eyes narrowed, "you don't know." Ben stepped back, keeping me close to my chest. "He's just crazy Carrie." The creature cawed and it sounded strangely amusing. "Carrie, the Gliddian line is werewolf royalty, in a month's time Ben will compete with the other male's of four different packs, he who wins becomes alpha king. But even if Ben doesn't become king, he is still a prince."

I spend the next few days healing my buttocks. At the moment, Xi Ning is bringing me some fresh fruits. She tells me stories about how the Seventeenth Prince has a strange fetish, how he enjoys to inflict pain over her. She shows the scars on her body, causing me to shake my head in despair. "Poor you," I say, "Too bad he is a prince.. Or else I would've-" I clench my fist and scowl, picturing me punching the abuser in the face.

He swooped her in his arms as he dashed ahead deeper into the forest. "I am so sorry, I never wanted to use this effect on you… this is the beast you call your fiance, this was the reason why I disappeared, I never wanted you to see me like this, "He said softly, running faster than light and heading south away from their previous position. Soon, two figures appeared where they were earlier and scanned their touch light on the floor, a trace of blood was on the floor, and there were footsteps on the floor too like they were struggling.

Arisa turned, swinging her sword for momentum, and slashed at Ruben. Ruben jumped up and swung his mace toward her head. Arisa squatted down just in time as the mace just barely missed her. Both stood apart, facing each other, panting hard. Whereas the battle with Jade was more fast paced while this battle was filled with a lot of near misses.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.