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I winked, walking out. I walked with my head held high from Mayu’s room, making a stop at mine. I smiled as I picked up my Kissaki-Moroha-Zukuri katana. It was specially made just for me and to my specifications. I had always loved the idea of a double-edged sword. It quickly became one of my favorites. I grabbed one more thing before I stormed my way to my father’s office. I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

Like a snake, Zen's right hand who was holding his dagger coursed through the air at an incredible speed as it made its way towards the neck of the opponent. Clank! A spark was produced when two blades crashed with one another, immediately Zen twisted his body and tried to hack the heretic with the blessed sword. "Tsk." the man clicked his tongue. "That's some nasty dagger you have their young man, better not cut yourself." as he swings his greatsword around to rub off Zen and give him space for himself. Without a choice, Zen was forced backward. With scythe on my hand, I twirled the weapon around before swinging trying to swing it. I was trying to get a good grip on it. After playing around

Their bodies were ripped into two. " Who.. who are you...?" I stutter barely able to speak.Blinking in disbelief, to see the person's back still turned towards me. I see lower to find the person wearing a long knee-length leather coat with pants and combats. A shawl covering his face. Placing the katana back in its holder, tied to his waist. He sighs to turn around slowly. My heart stops when I see a pair of beautiful grey eyes looking back at me. His entire face is hidden.

What felt like half an hour, was probably barely a couple of seconds thanks to our improved reflexes. The ginger colour haired guard responded by lifting a weapon up that I had not noticed before; a Morningstar. He held it back and over his right shoulder, then swung it forward with all the force that his oversized and firm muscles could muster, exactly like he was swinging a bat. His eyebrows were pinched, face screwed up in concentration.

"Let's find you a more worthy opponent this time. Sigurd!" The giant slowly made his way to stand in front of Brand, his great longsword held loosely in his massive hand. The newcomer took up his own blade and nodded once. Rather than striking immediately, the two large men circled each other taking each other's measure. Sigurd tired of the waiting first and struck a blow. Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on.

shouted Gian Gan, his voice sounding very different from usual. “Just an ant in the Eternal Realm—do you think you’re worthy of killing me? Star Sword Round!” Long Chen swung his sword, causing the two attacks to collide. Their figures then appeared behind one another. “Damn it! You have no right to insult me!” Gian Gan shouted angrily at being called an ant by Long Chen. “A creature like you isn’t worthy of living in my world!” Long Chen said coldly. Gian Gan’s two hands fell to the ground; his form, which had seemed to lose control, now moaned in pain from the loss of both hands at the hands of Long Chen’s sword.

Grendel snorted again, ashen faced. Lapon simply laughed in turn. "Really? In that case, don't say I didn't warn you that your fief will soon be annexed, right under your watch." "What?!" Murin, Grendel, and Luna paled in indignation. Then, glaring at Lapon, Grendel demanded icily, "Explain yourself!" "Hehe…" The youth chuckled just then. "I am Zoran Zangief, son of Tobek Zangief—chief of the Danifo Alliance!"

They represent Miguel's legacy, a legacy now entrusted to Zelda to wield against the very forces that took Miguel's life. Gripping the sword's hilt, Zelda feels a surge of power coursing through her veins. She envisions herself standing against Sasha, her movements fluid and precise, empowered by the weapon's inherent ability to strike at the vulnerabilities of a werewolf. The daggers, slender and lethal, become an extension of her arm, promising both defense and retribution. Thorne's gaze lingers on Zelda, a mixture of concern and admiration evident in his eyes. He knows the weight she carries, the burden of wielding such potent instruments against a formidable adversary. But he also recogn

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.