Xenoblade Nia Figure Novels & Stories

I would love to know his age, but that would mean speaking to Bastian, and I decided I would remain quiet. Bastian pulled a small square box-like object from his pocket and pointed it at the child. He then touched Jonathan's nose and quickly pulled his finger back. Jonathan's lips tilted up in a smile that grew until his gums and two small bottom teeth showed. Bastian pressed a button on the box. "I will be back in a few minutes. Time works differently here than it does in the earth realm, so don't worry. I just need to give this to Brunya."

Jocelyn will be really worried about me if she figures out that I haven't returned to the guesthouse by now. Just then, the shadows behind Lycena shift and split. And suddenly, I see two more figures appearing from behind her. Nyx. His tall frame shadows her, and his face is half hidden behind a mask. But the third figure… the sight of the third figure instantly makes my blood run cold. Thanox. The sight of the dark smoke curling around his horns and his slimy monstrous form makes it very easy to recognize the same monster I saw on the battlefield. The same abomination that slaughtered so many people and nearly tore Jocelyn apart that night.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

In the distance, he saw figures. They weren't drones. They were avatars. They were standing in a circle, frozen, flickering like ghosts. Ren walked toward them. His footsteps made no sound on the mirror floor. As he got closer, he recognized them. A Knight in silver armor, missing an arm. A Rogue in green leather, with no face. And a small, hooded figure sitting on the ground, hugging its knees. Ren’s breath hitched. He recognized the hooded figure's gamertag floating above its head.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Nala could not believe how well that trick had worked on her first try. Late that night, she suddenly woke and rushed to the main hall just in time to see a cloud of smoke dissipating. Without hesitation, she struck. The next moment, Felix appeared too. He frowned at the figure lying on the ground. "Were they after you?" Nala shook her head. "That's unlikely. I have no enemies in all of Dragonia. Besides, look at his clothing." Felix examined the body, muttering, "Is this some kind of stealth suit?"

The figure’s presence was chilling, like a storm cloud gathering in the distance. The young wolves were already backing away, fear flashing across their faces. But I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe for a moment. I recognized this figure, though I never thought I would see her again. Nyxia. Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and I could feel her power seeping into the ground beneath me, her magic tainting the very air.

“I High Council Elder Alpha Blade will stand by my Queen while preserving those rights and privileges for the Pride when they are deserving.” Though some of his answers were a little off, allowing him a few loopholes within the protection oath and laws unto the Kingdom's Prides. High Council Elder Nami bows her head to High Council Elder Alpha Blade she turns slightly and takes the ceremonial dagger presented next to her by Elder Sora, holding out her hand, Blade releases Xana’s hand to present his.

CATTY'S POV Before Xenia could respond, I stepped forward and leveled my blade at the figure's chest. "Wrong way for whom?" I lost my temper. "Because you will depart in pieces if you have come to drag her back to the council." The person in the cloak cocked their head. A low, knowing chuckle escaped. "Oh no," they muttered. "I'm not here to bring her back." Slowly, deliberately, their hand rose, and something shimmered from under their sleeve.

**"No. A *successor*." --- **The Child of Cables** She calls herself **Nexa**, and she speaks in Voss's voice layered over Lira's. **"The Bloom was a crude prototype. I am its evolution-a hybrid of Seed and machine. The Arbor Prime's true heir."** Ravel circles her, knife glinting. "And what do *you* want?"