Wielder Novels & Stories

she said quietly. “Not thinking,” I said. “Deciding.” The stranger’s pale eyes fixed on me. “If you unleash that power here, in the Spire’s heart, the chains will weaken faster.” “Then we win faster,” I shot back. “No. Then it wins faster.” The first shadow fell across the tunnel’s opening. A Warden stepped into view—armor dark as the hollow between stars, helm hiding their face, that eerie stillness radiating from every movement. Their weapon wasn’t a sword, but a hooked glaive that shimmered faintly with runes.

He narrowed his eyes on me as I continued. “As some would call it, jack of all trade.” “Including babysitting?” “I could do that as well.” McGowan chuckled. “Well, I’ll grant you one wish if you win this race. Coupled with having to keep those eyes.” Wow. I can’t say I appreciate such a compromise. I win, yay! I lose, nay. And the latter was looking like the possibility considering that nobody, even professional racers have beaten Turner or whatever his name was, in quite a while.

expression. Regal ran his fingers into his pockets, took out an elbow length rod and clicked a button on the side. A sharp blade shot out from the top. He extended it into a spear length and took his stance, ready for battle. This weapon was the one he picked at the tournament held for the members of various mercenary groups. Tess had praised him for making a good choice unlike Li and Neo who both bought glitter bombs.

Something more deadly and toxic. Something she can provide him. Throwing aside the cigarette, he sighs to grip the railing tightly, sending a mindlink. Within minutes, he hears the door to his room opening. Followed by the sound of heels clicking on the floor. The clicking sound stops behind him, but he doesn't even bother to turn around and look at the person. Opening his palms, he roars in impatience. " How strong?" " 1.5 wsl" She speaks, placing the potion bottle on the man's palm.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

He desperately sought something or someone to direct his anger towards, even though he knew these wolves had no quarrel with him. A familiar voice came from behind him, stating, "I've told you before. True warriors are not defined by their strength alone, but by their skill in engaging and withdrawing on the battlefield." Tigreal quickly turned around to locate the source of the voice, feeling a sense of familiarity. The question "Who is this?" echoed in his heart.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.