Xenoblade Alvis Novels & Stories

He dropped the document with the unconscious body, touching his beeping earbuds as he faced me. “Luna Vixen is here.” “Let's move.” We went to the high ridge that overlooked the border, watching as a familiar black car stopped at the border. An unfamiliar face stepped out, examining Alaric's body. “Who's that?” I asked West. “Nathan,” he answered. “He's Alpha Salvatore's trusted aide. He's been with the Luna since she entered into the Pure Moon but staying in the shadows. He acts as her driver sometimes.”

"Look at me! It is Caelum! Wake up from this dark alchemy!" The visor of the black helmet remained emotionless, two crimson flames burning inside the eye slots without a single flicker of humanity or recognition. Vane did not speak; he merely twisted his wrist with terrifying, mechanical precision, leveraging his entire body weight to drive the crimson blade down toward Caelum’s collarbone.

” Lembuswana is still able to insult Alfi in such a condition. “Did you mean this?” Alfi draws Tipit and Pelidi from his bracelet. Lembuswana is shocked by seeing it. “Only the Alfa that can use holy weapons like Tipit, Pelidi, and Pukan. If I lose one, I can just simply draw another. Oh, then why are those two still on your body? It’s because I want them to.” Alfi shows an eerie face to Lembuswana. ”I am the Starless, a being that is loathed by his own world and anyone involved. It’s natural for you to loathe me, and you must not want me to forgive you, right? Then, I’ll let you be. Good luck, have fun.” Alfi walks leaving Lembuswana.

It felt strange, as if a chubby person had transformed all their fat into muscles, leaving Adrian filled with strength. He took a deep breath and replied, "I am the Scarlet Dracoblade's new owner. Now that you're suppressed by me, you must listen to my commands. If you harbor any ill thoughts, don't blame me for being ruthless." He understood that dealing with entities like Almandine required resolute actions. Otherwise, suppression would be impossible. Almandine's spirit readily agreed, "As long as you don't hone me, I will obey your commands. I see that your skills are not that great, but your mana is formidable. What is your identity?"

She tried to run towards me but another held her down. She screamed as one of them lunged for me, then stopped mid-air, slammed backward by something invisible. Gunfire. Two sharp shots. Then silence. Within seconds, three of Xavier’s men appeared, black-clad and efficient. The rogues were on the ground before they could shift. “Luna,” one of them said, bowing slightly, “are you hurt?” I blinked, breathing hard. “You… who sent you?” The man didn’t hesitate. “Alpha’s orders. We were told to keep watch until you were safely inside. We apologize for not making ourselves known sooner, however, we did not expect things to escalate this way.”

It no longer matters that she turned me green or that she hasn't told me about being an eagle shifter. She's mine. I have no idea how or why it happened, but it did and nothing will stand between me and this woman. No mountains or dragons or Goddesses. Flora follows us as we walk to the lab. The kids don't bother shifting to fly because she's here and they have no idea she has her own wings. I'm actually proud that they're considering her feelings. We enter the lab and I walk over to my latest experiment. The electrical circuit is within a plastic shield made up of melted cell phone glass. I have cell phone batteries inside shields too. Flora and the kids gather around me while I line the ci

Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in. No men of Vogar were in sight. They’d all fled, leaving their master behind. Alpha Leornado took his position in the front passenger seat. “We have somewhere to go before the packhouse.” “Where?” “You will find out when we arrive,” he winked, leaning in and helping me with my seatbelt. My stupid cheeks heated up as fast as a darting wolf. Gosh! This was too embarrassing. My palms held my cheeks as my face swung to the window. Alpha Leonardo, without saying a word to me, started the car and drove away.

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

The creature folded its wings and lowered its massive head. And riding on its neck, wearing robes of black and silver, was the Revenant. They dismounted smoothly. Not he or she. Their form was indistinct, shifting, like looking through fog. Only the bone crown on their head stayed solid and real. “Alpha Alina,” the Revenant said. Their voice was layered, a dozen voices speaking as one. “You came. I’m pleased.” “Release my people,” Alina said. “This is between you and me.”

"If I go down, I’m taking your 'Mother of Alphas' title with me. I want you to look into their eyes and see nothing but static!" ​The Machine’s Logic ​The automaton stepped through the smoke of the blown-out doorway. It was a terrifying fusion of the Vane-Security-Model-9 and the distorted consciousness of Alpha Vane. Its chest plate was translucent, revealing a miniature obsidian shard pulsing with a sickly amber light. The digital projection of Alpha’s face on its visor was flickering, his features stretching and warping like melting wax.