Yu-gi-oh Black Luster Soldier Novels & Stories

Yu Liang bought three cards at this point to help himself, "Refresh", "Potion for all poisons" and "Cloak of Temporary Invisibility". The Refresh card was like a Reset in a game, any state the body is in is reverted to the normal state. In a few seconds, the big soldier between Yu Liang's legs fell asleep again and he could finally think rationally once again.

Yoon-min, weak but not broken, rasped, “He’s… stalling you. Keeping you busy.” The realization hit Soo-ah like ice. Lazarus didn’t care if his soldiers died—this was all to delay them, to keep them away from whatever final piece of the Shattered Veil Project he was setting into motion. --- Suddenly, a hulking figure emerged from the smoke—an enhanced soldier. His body rippled with unnatural muscle, veins glowing faintly with the same unstable serum Lazarus had been testing. His eyes burned an eerie crimson as he roared, charging straight for Sang-woo.

Scarlet Black Sword was a very powerful magic treasure, containing a trace of spirituality. At this moment, it moved because of his opponent. It was obvious that his opponent's next attack was no trivial matter. Coupled with the heavy expression on Luo Shui's face, Zephyr Khan began to vaguely feel that something was wrong. "Boom!" The space vibrated. A silver light beam suddenly flashed out. When they saw it clearly, they found it was a very delicate silver war hammer. An overbearing and fierce aura enveloped it, as if it contained all kinds of thunderbolts.

He was holding a jagged piece of the needle-ship’s hull that had been sharpened into a massive, two-handed cleaver. "The offense is me," Leo said, his eyes turning a solid, terrifying bronze. "And the Shadow-Stalkers. We’re going to hit their supply lines in the Oasis before they even clear the Flats." The Burden of the Black Bloom "Leo... a word," Sophia said, pulling him aside as the training resumed. Her face was pale, the golden light of the Vault reflecting in her eyes. "The Black Bloom... it’s not just armor. It’s a parasite. The soldiers who are syncing with the obsidian... their cellular decay is accelerating. They have high energy, yes, but their hearts won't last more than five yea

I yelled, sprinting toward the first soldier who cleared the inner threshold. The soldier turned toward me. His face was a mask of scar tissue and titanium implants. His eyes were not silver or violet; they were a dull, dead grey, fixed on me with a terrifying lack of recognition. He didn't see a woman or a doctor. He saw an obstacle in a path of pre-programmed coordinates.

Every second stretches into an agonizing eternity as we wait for the first weapon to clear the doorway, bracing ourselves for the inevitable, bloody clash in the dark. Instead of a volley of energy fire or a charging line of bayonets, the lead rogue soldier steps into the chamber alone, his hands held high and empty in the air. He is wearing the dark, heavy armor of Blackfang’s elite guard, but the aggressive posture of a conqueror is entirely absent from his frame.

The battle equipment they wore had been specially crafted to resist Umbreal blood and dark magic. And facing the strongest Lycan King directly... was undoubtedly the fastest way to strengthen the warriors for the war ahead. The soldiers immediately began taking formation. Positions designed for both defense and attack simultaneously. Because the darkness... was getting closer. ... To be continued

he said, nodding towards my battered silver band, "are hard to come by." "My twin and I wear a matching set," I said, spinning it with my thumb. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because you need to know what we can do." He sat up, eyeing me warily. "When I take it off, the world changes. It looks the same, but foggy, and I don't see people anymore, I see their souls. It's a pretty pointless ability really," I said, staring at my hands. "Lills is different though. She closes her eyes and sees the taken. She can interact with them and hear them speak. I can't. The ones I see are just dim reflections. It doesn't have much of an effect on me, but it takes a lot out of her."

“So, how do I look?” Lilac puffed out her chest, which was covered in the same tac gear as the rest of Lyra’s warriors. A black, bulletproof vest overlapped several layers of fire-proof clothing, fitted with numerous pockets that each held various types of weapons. We stood in a clearing just a few miles from town, surrounded by nearly three hundred other soldiers. Considering my mate was shorter than all of them, I couldn’t help but respond accordingly. “You look adorable.”

Lihont was standing at the head of a long, expensive wooden table, his face was twisted in a scary way and his eyes were glowing with a dark angry light. He had just realized something terrible and it made his blood boil. He had suddenly lost contact with the perfect soldier he had sent to the Blackwater mansion to kidnap Vennis. One moment, he could feel the soldier's mind through their Master and servant link, and the next moment, there was only a cold silence which he was very familiar with and it meant only one thing…His soldier was dead. "Useless! All of them are useless!" Lihont roared.