Tensura Light Novel Volume 21 Novels & Stories

Just as the last spark of the lightning ring began to fade, Tamashi’s foot connected with Rai’s mouth with such force that Rai was lifted off his feet. ‘Watashi no kachi.’ —— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 26

Nisemono yelled, flying to strike Tenshi with a jambiya dagger. Since they are on the same level, Tenshi met the jambiya with his orichalcum, unalarmed with the sudden attack. Grinning, Nisemono backed off. "He's forbidden us to fight until we reached Pula's Sekai. Have you forgotten?" "Not at all," he shrugged, almost singing his words. "But you know, like I said earlier, the orbs has powers to defeat him. Work with me if you want to save your friends."

Manik asked. “Both.” Alfi said. ’the book on your right hand is a Vanilla Doujin of Snowball and the one on your left hand is an NTR Doujin od Sindoll, right? I like both.” He added. “Oh, so you like both?” Manik put those back to his jacket pockets. ’then you do understand what I meant before, right?” ‘nope, not at all. Can you explain it to me?” ‘sure” Manik clears his throat. ”As you know, life is like a Doujin. If I may ask you something, what genres are contrast, Your Highness?”

Mac commented, being naturally calm and collected. Ruhan slapped his arm. “Mac! Help Mugen!” Raka swiped his hand to the tentacle that was holding onto Mugen and light green light appeared on from his hand towards the tentacles. The tentacle was cut, but it didn’t cut whole the way to the other side, and dark orange light glowing from the wound. “What is that?” Raka anrrowed his eyes. “Are those the blood or the flesh? That got cooked by the heat?” Jai asked Carrola.

Shimpi snored lightly. Terese blew out the lamp after placing the charm book in one of the drawers in Shinja's dressing table. Then she headed to the window that was letting in azure moonbeams like that of a calm clear ocean whose waves swayed effortlessly, she began mumbling to herself in deep thought and concentration.

The blade’s runes blaze, its song clear: Taryn’s heart, his will, weakens the relic, but my light must finish it. Voren roars, his blade slashing, but I meet it, lunar light burning, the blade’s song a hymn of ruin. The relic’s heart pulses, Cassia’s aura flickering, and Vael’s voice cuts through. “Lena, your will—now, or she’s lost!” I scream, driving the blade into the relic, my light erupting, silver blood dripping, my essence flooding the runes. The fortress shakes, the relic fracturing, Voren’s aura dimming, but my light fades, the Veil pulling, Cassia’s aura steadying.

His brow furrowed again. "It's strange, the Black Tortoise painting in this book doesn't give off light at all. But… How can I sense the power of Xuan Wu, the Lord of the Northern Continent, from within that Haidao ship?!” --- Thank you for following this novel up to these chapters.

"I’m going to give you everything. Every bit of light I have. Don't you dare die on me." “It will… kill you…” He groaned in my mind. "Let it," I said. I closed my eyes and visualized the golden thread. I saw it winding around my heart, glowing and warm. I began to unspool it. I pushed the light out through my fingertips and into Alaric’s stone chest. It hurt. It felt like my veins were being filled with boiling water. My skin began to glow, and I felt my strength leaving me. My hair, once dark, began to turn white as snow at the tips.

His body shook. Costus turned away. “Call the council,” he said. “Something is going wrong.” Clara drifted off to sleep, unaware. Safe, for now. But her life was starting to change. Above her room, the air split open. A thin line of silver light appeared. And from it, a voice whispered, “Her fate has begun.”

Luna's POV “You have to live a life that isn't yours, for the moon goddess has granted you a second chance. There will be turmoils, and there will be troubles. But they are all tests.” “Luna!” Someone screamed in my head, and I frowned, with my eyes still closed. The voice in my head seemed like a dream. I remembered talking to someone that seemed like a light. She was pretty, with white hair. She spoke about a second chance.