Tera Warrior Edge Novels & Stories

A WAR TO AVENEGE OUR LATE KING LADON…. Thinking of this…. only words that came out of my mouth are “I AM GOING TO FREE PETRO….. WITH YOU OR WITHOUT YOU…..” “YOU CANNOT DO THAT PETRO….. I FORBID YOU TO DO ANAYTHING TO HIM” Terra screamed on top of her lungs “Who do you think you are to forbid me Terra?” I questioned her with narrowed eye “I AM HIS MATE” Terra replied with low growl and scrunched her eyebrow

“The size and length is perfect for you, princess. Tamer’s usually carry small and light weapons so that they won’t exhaust all of their energy in a fight. Remember that when you transform your familiar’s you not only exhaust your magic but also your stamina as well. Why don’t you go over there and experiment a bit? Figure out how to turn it into a whip and into a sword first?” I grinned and nodded eagerly at Terrence because running off a few feet from them. I waved the sword in the air like a wand. Nothing. It didn’t turn into a whip. I pouted and glanced at Terrence and Nate. Terrence was smiling at me like a proud father while Nate seemed nervous as he was looking at me with a new weapon

"We know he's coming. We know what he's planning. We turn his trap into ours." "How?" I asked. "You're the bait," he said bluntly. "Heriberto wants you. Marcus Blackthorn wants you. The Hunters want you. So we give them what they want. We put you at the ceremony, visible and vulnerable. When they attack, we're ready." "You want to use your daughter as bait," Daxon growled. "I want to end this war before more people die," Edward shot back. "Tate's power is the key. If we can activate her inactive abilities during the attack, she becomes the ultimate weapon. Strong enough to fight Heriberto on equal ground."

“See that, guys? He's the one who's picking fights!” After that, Terry turned into a blur and grabbed Hank’s throat with a claw strike. He was aiming for Hank’s vital spot, and it was apparent that he was going to kill him. Hank unleashed his Titanium Leo-roar. The sound wave it released was so powerful that it shattered the wall. Unfortunately, Hank’s Titanium Leo-roar might be effective toward fighters below the grandmaster level, but it was ineffective toward Terry, someone who was already a grandmaster for a long time.

Emma knew how unfair the advantage Grimkeeper had over this battle, but for some reason, she could not understand why he was holding back. “If he can raise the dead,” Emma mused. “Which is a very huge advantage, what he is waiting for? Why has he not overrun the world with his army of the undead.” The answer came in from of a familiar smell that permeated the air. Emma held back from gagging but she was annoyed by the stench. Steve grew immediately alert and readied himself for any oncoming attack. “I come in peace, this time,” Terra said as she pranced towards them. Her dress was black, soft and very silky as it fluttered due to the breeze.

She extended her hand and best smile. The newcomer stared at her hand and grunted, "Cyrus Tagma, Magical mercenary for hire. I understand you need someone to take an expedition in the mountains?" he began to strap on his vest. Warren noted he didn't carry any material weapons. He opened a velvet-lined box and produced Shaper gauntlets. "I sense one of my kind on him. He shares the heritage," Archon's voice startled almost knocked Warren from his seat. "You can talk now?" Warren exclaimed

Every bone in his body screamed. Yara rushed in, fists flying, striking at boys taller and stronger than her. But this time, they had weapons. One of them struck her face. She clutched her eye, frozen. Carl would never forget the way she trembled. How fear finally caught up to her. After that, Yara changed. She grew quiet. Hesitant. And Carl—he changed too. He got stronger. Meaner. So no one would ever touch her again. No one wanted to adopt a half-blind girl. So Carl made sure no one took him either.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

Eleya replied. "Maybe, maybe. But that's not important right now." The serviteur shook his head, "Makamisa, Angel of the Animal Tongue has become a stray, corrupted with selfishness." said the serviteur as he raised his palm against her. Eleya grinned, clenching her fists as she stood her ground. The serviteur slashed his hand in the air as fast as possible, projecting a ray of air that acted as blades. Eleya narrowly dodges them and as soon as she found an opening, a deer charged on the serviteur. He avoided the attack, but another followed.