Tera Warrior Edge Novels & Stories

I bent low, voice rough as I whispered against her ear, a vow meant for no one but her. “Mate. Lunaris. Mine.” ———- The doctor worked in silence, sweat dripping from his brow as he stitched wounds, wrapped ribs, and forced shallow breaths back into her lungs. I stood like a shadow at her side, unmoving except for the tremor of my fists. Every time she whimpered, my wolf clawed at me, desperate to tear down the world for hurting her. At last, after what felt like hours, the doctor sagged back, wiping his bloody hands on a rag. “She’s stable. Weak, but alive. Her body… it’s fighting.”

A visible fear was present in his eyes and he shook in his boots. He’s perfect. I moved faster than light. My claws elongated and I made slashes on his chest. The boy groaned in pain and several gasps filled the room and a roar was heard from Callum. “What the hell did you do?” And just as fast as I launched my first attack. I placed my palm on his chest and a blue hue surrounded the wounded area. Power flowed from my body to his. The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess.

Suddenly, Teresa opened her eyes exposing its scarlet color. "Her eyes, she is now using her demon power! " Rioka was stunned at this event. Teresa swings her sword. And the combined attack of her opponent were all torned to pieces. While Leomord's lance is cut into half all the way to her shoulder. The two stepped back as soon as they witnessed the true power of Teresa with her demon power activated.

"Till death do us apart, remember?" "Zara, you can't be serious," it's more shock than disapproval. "You don't want me anymore? Am I too damaged? Too different? Too broken?" Edge seeping through in my tone. "Don't be fucking stupid, you know that's not it!" He raises his voice slightly.

Or get sick. “But this… this is…” She looked at him helplessly. He quirked an eyebrow in her direction and she was transfixed by his eyes. “A family car?” That was exactly what it was. Cassandra tore her eyes away from his. It was a sleek, brand-new, beautiful top-of-the-range Mercedes family car. When he came around and held the passenger door open for her, she was too scared to look in the back and see if he’d actually bought a baby-seat too.

Yet Sharon moved it around like she was playing with a toy, and the smile on her face was not forced. Reaper’s edge was very different from Canyon’s Mouth. Unlike the aggressive looking Canyon’s Mouth, Reaper’s Edge had a very delicate look. It was a slender saber that was half Sarong’s height, and it was very beautiful. Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast.

He is standing firm and calm while watching the approaching danger. "Oh gosh," I whisper as the creature springs back up to his back legs. He swings two of his massive arms at Terrax at once, and Terrax rolls in between his legs. Before the creature can turn around, Terrax stabs it. He drags his sharp blade down the Latroot's back, and the creature roars out in pain. He swings his lower right arm behind him, and Terrax is forced to jump back. But in doing so, he loses his weapon.

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.

Terry laughs. “And every morning if she is willing,” Eric winks. “I hear tell of you finding your mate, maybe?” “Yeah, Catherine and I have a connection. She turns 16 in a couple of weeks, so I’m heading back soon,” Terry smiles. “Being mated is like falling on air that is both the perfect temperature and burning hot,” Eric smiles. A warrior is wheeled in with multiple bruises. Terry takes the intake information from the escorts. “Who was he sparing with?” Terry asks.

Terrence shouted. In an instant, gray energy erupted from his back, twisting and morphing into four massive arms, each about 16 feet long. Each arm ended in the head of a different animal—a serpent, a grizzly, a saber, and a panther. Their fangs were bared, and their eyes glowed a menacing red. Felix slowly extended his arms, his eyes flickering with excitement. It had been a long time since a martial artist had piqued his interest. Terrence was a true peak-level Grandmaster similar to Ashton, and Felix was eager for a real fight. Being at the top was lonely, and he missed the thrill of a worthy opponent.