Altaïr Ibn La Ahad Face Novels & Stories

He is not a strategic fellow, which will make beating him less fun, but glorious. I looked up to where Slade stood on the walls of Avanor Military base. He gave me an assuring nod They're archers at the wall ready to strike at any given notice. I turned around and faced General Abba. “I am Luna Ayla of Stormbringer,” I announced myself, and watched him smirk. “Is there something to smile about General?” I asked him, and he smirk only grew. I don't know how but I could feel Slade's anger directed at General without looking at him. It will be satisfying when he takes Abba's head off.

The name read: ALTIR RAEN THARAN The name was a mystery to him. He searched in the archive, the name appeared on a single piece of paper, and he read: Altir Raen Tharan (40-120) was a poet, painter, philosopher and map maker in the late Asmirian Empire.

My mate growls smacking the back of Shane's head. Laughing Shane rubs the back of his head. "It's nice to meet you all." I say pulling my face away from my mates torso. " I introduced you, now leave." My mate growls All 3 brothers roll their eyes as they turn to leave the room. I look up at Michael. "We were interrupted before. What's your name?" "Michael Hades Alpha of the Shadow Pack." He says looking down at me with love.

his voice lowered at the memory haunting him. “what happend next?” I said feeling breathless.His eyes didn’t smile, they went cold “Then the illusion cracked. The smell of flowers turned to the scent of a week-old corpse. So I cut it down and behind it, the shadows parted and Zaahir Stepped forward and blocked my part” A shiver went down my spine, this was terrifyingly interesting. “He was an Ifrit of the old world, towering, his skin the color of cooled lava, bronzed armour and eyes like two dying suns with spiral horns on his head”

As soon as she realized this, Shia hid further beside one of the gigantic plants that decorated the room. Once she was in a safe corner, she observed him further. He was looking down on a towering figure that was twice the size of an average human. Shia couldn’t see the man’s face clearly for he was lying down on bed, and he was facing away towards Galahad. However, Shia surmised that it was none other than Head God Heedra himself, but how come Galahad wore a displeased and cold look in his face, which is so unlike the proper face of a child who was in the presence of his father?

But as the guardians basked in their victory, a distant echo, a whisper of a melody, hinted at secrets yet to be uncovered in this magical realm. As the guardians celebrated their victory, the horizon shifted. A solitary, ghostly figure emerged from the edge of the forest, approaching them at a languid pace. Cloaked in tattered robes, its face was obscured by a hood, but a distinctive amulet glowed at its chest, emitting a pulsating, dark energy. Altair, noticing it first, said, "Everyone, be on guard!" The figure halted just a few meters away, raising its hand to lower the hood. A familiar face, marred by time and tainted by darkness, stared back at them. It was Althor, the ancient sage bel

she finally looked him in the eyes. There is vulnerability there, sadness and confusion. "Who?" it doesn't matter. Even though love is not a sin, emotions are not a part of an Angel. They should stay neutral. Her sin is that she loved a demon. "Azzazal" his eyes widened. They can't be together. Azzazal is the next lord of the Underworld and she is now a human. Even she must know that. Althea is pure, innocent to this world, but she is not stupid.

Her short dark hair was tied up messy, exposing her finely sheared undercut and a point-like black pearl on her right ear. “You’re making this an easy task for me, don’t you know?” Adira asserted and pierced the first blade on his shoulders easily. She leaned down closer of over only an inch away from his face. Moving her jaw seductively, she stared straight at those cobalt blue eyes of him as her lips whispered sweetly. “From the second I heard of your name, I want to know how much capability you have to be called the undefeated Alfarro. And if it’s that enough to defeat me, obnoxious dog.”

"I'm your dad. I own half the city for you. Don't worry about anything. Ever." Vespera laughed, a tired, happy sound. "You're already spoiling him." "Absolutely," Cyprian agreed without looking up. "Does he have a name?" Vespera looked at the two of them—her boys. "Altair," she said softly. Cyprian looked at her. "The star?" "The brightest star in the Eagle constellation," Vespera nodded. "Because he's going to soar above everything." "Altair Hale," Cyprian tested the name. He smiled. "It sounds like a king."

The upside of his body looks tight with sweat flowing, which also envelops his thick, messy black hair that makes him look sexy. “What??” Shock Abelard. Beside him is a man, who is as tall as him with a wider body. That man wears a sewing vest and long black pants. His hair is semi white-black, long and wavy, flowing on his shoulders. Though he is quite old, his face shows different features. A few wrinkles on the bright brown skin. He is Aahva Aaric, Aberlard’s master. “Ha ha ha, you are already twenty years old and still not proficient in using a firearm?” Laugh Aahva.