Ulquiorra Vasto Lorde Romane & Geschichten

"This is the way of the wolf, and he told me you are aware of it." I swallow hard and nod. "I… understand." When my attention focuses on them both, I see Theo sending a punch towards Ro while he holds in a tight grip his other fist. "What the f*ck are you?!" He curses. "I am Roharu, and I will claim your life. You attacked and hurt my human, my Luna, and for that, you will pay," he says and squeezes Theo's fist. I hear the crack on his bones and I close my eyes.

In the back of my head, I prayed that those hands of his wouldn't land on something hard, something handsome - like a demon prince's face. "I can't just leave without taking Andrea with me," Eriol stated after grinning. He continued approaching us and only stopped when he was just two steps away from Lorde. He tilted his head and threw a brief look on my way. "She belongs to me human. Your petty proposal won't work," he added frankly and that's when Lorde snapped. "How dare you!" he shouted and the one I was praying for earlier never did arrive in holy ears as Lorde's fist went flying towards Eriol's face.

One man walked up from the crowd and slammed his fist against his chest "Kefas Trojan, Zeta and General of the army greet you my Lord and beta, Rojan Baltasar. Our king has sent us as your calvary." Bernice quickly dabbed at her tears. It was time to go home.

The Queen gestured toward the opposite side of the clearing, where three male figures stood in a triangle of palpable tension. Sokaris—the Norse god with icy eyes and an imposing presence. Vladimir—the vampire whose elegance concealed lethal ferocity. And Alonso, who had finally reached the clearing, his face marked by anguish and his clothes stained with dirt, yet carrying a determination that refused to yield before the other two.

"You are safe here, Sora. We only need to purge your blood of foreign influence. Activate that silver potential so you stop being a lowly slave to that disgusting Kaldreon wolf." Sora turned his face away, searching for a pocket of air in a room that felt increasingly cramped. He froze when he saw the figure standing stiffly near the steel door. Elior Vale was there. He wore a rigid black tactical uniform without insignia. But Elior’s eyes were hollow, clear of any emotion, moving mechanically according to the sensor transmissions in his ear. There was no recognition. No sympathy. Elior had been brutally reprogrammed into a mindless guard dog. *Vardan might be a bloodthirsty predator, but he

"Do it, Liora.” “I will guard this door. Not one of Eleanor's dogs will touch you." Suddenly, from the direction of the supposedly locked corridor, a group of mercenaries in black tactical gear appeared. They were led by a tall man with silver hair the man whose face was seen in her mother's video. It was Victor Laurentius, better known as Lord Valerius. "Stop, Mavric," Valerius spoke in a calm and authoritative tone. "I do not wish to kill you.” You are the son of my old friend, Arthur.