Romans & histoires To Aru Majutsu No Index

Thora told her with a look of loathing. “ A shame, truly,” Aralu said, her words drenched in sarcasm. She looked past Arai and locked eyes with Acacius. “ And what say you, handsome lad? Are you willing to fight alongside a member of a royal Ishtar house?” Acacius looked at the giant centipede and slowly nodded, activating his Ryuijin. “ You two can fight as a team. I’ll fight with Thora,” Arai said, activating her Tribal Trait. Thora grumbled as her Kumoijin replaced her normal eyes. Aralu noticed the Abnormals, each awakening their Tribal Traits, and smirked.

Young master Chapter 48 Welas and Alberto Mose enter the cellar, to torture Marvin, who they think is William. Marvin's face was covered in black cloth, and Welas quickly opened it. “Hah….” Compassion and Alberto were both shocked. "Who are you?" Welas asked. The man named Marvin looked up weakly. "I'm Marvin, Mr William's assistant." "Who told you to come?" Alberto snapped. "Master William, because he is visiting Fantasy Land, to meet his woman. So, I was asked to come here, replacing his business with meeting master Alberto Mose."

Strive to blank (0%) the Male Lead Hostile Host 019 ' Ara seems to hear system 019 silent mocking in the sentence it uttered in front of her. The white grey mist swayed in front of her slightly, hypnotizing her to strangle it to death! But who is Ara? She lost her emotions a long time ago, she only used the necessary emotion that can be used in her daily work, so she didn't mind the white grey mist irritating her and just let it be as it doesn't have a worth for her to pay attention to.

The blade had turned into a boulder which made it look like a giant hammer. “Well, you can do like this, more or less as long as you can manage your Iru management. If you are out of Iru, you won’t be able to use your power temporarily, yet you can recharge it. How? Too bad, I can’t elaborate it as it depends on you as the users.” Arz explained. ”And...” Arz summoned Pix from his sword. A figure of red rat Ribo came out from his sword. “It’s called Ribo, an incarnation of your Jowa. If you succeed to summon it, you are gonna be stronger even more.” Arz explained.

The humongous woman left with a sarcastic laugh together with her men. Ara felt her life coming down. But she's not going to stay still. She approached the most calm of all girls with her. She saw a yawning girl who's casually going to go back to sleep in her bed as if she's done this before. "Hey, can I ask you?" "Argh, same old shit," the girl probably a few years younger than Ara mumbled. "What the hell do you need?" Ara knelt beside the girl's bed. "My name is Ara. Where are we?"

"Anji, end it. Secure the anchor." Anji looked down, his obsidian eyes burning with an artificial fever. He surged forward, pushing the friction until both their breaths stopped in unison. A massive, echoing jolt rocked his spine, and he felt his energy surge into Arga—the Essence acting as a catalyst for complete, psychological tethering. Arga stiffened, a silent, hollowed-out cry escaping his chest, and then, as quickly as it had begun, he sagged against the desk.

What the hell do you say to someone who’s holding fire in their hands? “You claim you are a Zoldeck, one of the infamous witches of old who have long been gone for many years. I concede your power is strong, but you are not one of them, Araya. You do not possess that great power.” She pressed her hands together merging the two balls into one big one the size of a basketball, but her words pissed me off. How was she going to tell me what I was? “Can you humble yourself and admit there is work to be done?”