Altaïr Ibn La Ahad Face Novels & Stories

Thus to me the first impression already more or less a success. “Greetings, Your Highness President Mies…I am Aluthia Alantar, the Patriarch of Alantar Family and the lord of the Half Stone City…it was an honour to be in your presences…Thank you for looking after my son, Luth with your generous hospitality…he has told me about his visits at the New City…once again Thank you..”. (Aluthia Alantar) “Oh…the pleasure is all mine, Lord Aluthia..”.

“Cheh! Only now do you want to know about me?” Hades’s glare deepened with a trembled fist. I ought to kill you if not because of the restraints put on me. “My name is Sir Bennett Lionel Illumi, the leader of the great soldier. Nice to meet you.” A uselessly long name. “Likewise. My name is Hades; The Lord of the Underworld, The Father of the Night, and The Father of Darkness.” “Oh Father of the Night, I beseech you to have a duel with me, the lowly great soldier.”

Tall. Motionless. Cloaked in armor that shimmered silver and bone-white, no insignia, only that blank, perfect sun of the Circle. No weapon in hand. Because he didn’t need one. Altheya and Liora arrived seconds later. The earth trembled beneath their steps, not from magic, But from recognition. Altheya stopped cold. “Gods,” she breathed. “They perfected him.” Liora said nothing. Just stepped forward. Eyes on his. “You’re Caelen.” He nodded once. No sound. She studied his face. He was beautiful the way ice is beautiful, flawless, sharp, deadly if touched too long. “Why are you here?”

Messy colors. Simple. Innocent. Yet my hands immediately began trembling. Because four figures were standing beneath a giant silver moon. Four. Not three. Four. The first figure was easy to recognize. King Alaric. Silver crown. Silver eyes. Massive smile. Grandfather. Written beneath him. The second figure made my chest tighten. Elara. Beautiful even in a child's sketch. A silver dress. A crown. Mother. Written beneath her. The third figure was Leo himself.

So Jalab is a God and also the man who created the disease that killed the Altundral females. Can King Halturain defeat him? Will Ginya or Rebi help the Queen. Would love to know what your thinking, if your enjoying the story so far please leave me a review. Thank you so much for reading my story helen S xx

As Rayden reappeared in his subterranean base, a profound silence greeted him. Mireya and Alesia, who had been waiting with bated breath, immediately stood up. Their eyes were fixed on the figure of Rayden as he walked out of the shadows. He was no longer gravely wounded as he had been after the fight with the Altair Grandmasters, but the aura from his final duel with Gavin still clung to him, a cold air of finality and undeniable authority.

Eude asked. "For the love of Inoss! You never know when to stop," Milton said. “Enough!” Rhobart bellowed. Ayla didn’t understand what Eude wanted to say but she wasn’t about to ask. Something inside her told her she was better not knowing. The King continued showing Ayla the rest of the Paladins. Pointing at the one with red hair, he said, “Tizgar.” “Gorn,” the King said pointing at the Paladin with olive skin and hazel eyes.

Hades smiled. Alaric was so vexed that he started hyperventilating. “You-you dare not touch her. You dare not!” “Oh, we will. At the moment, Alinta, the goddess of flame, is searching for her, and she will find her, she will burn her out where she is hiding,” Ramiel answered. “Nay, nay, t’s not possible. I will not let you, I will not,” Alaric yelled and dashed at Ramiel, but Ramiel avoided the attack. At that moment, Aron attacked, stabbing Alaric with his spear.

BLAIR Him. It was Him sitting right in front of me, dressed in a dark blue suit that molded his muscular form and a sparkly white shirt with two unbuttons undone. His dark hair was brushing the top of his collar and he had an undercut hairstyle that made him look incredibly attractive. His eyes were grey. The lightest of greys. His eyelashes were incredibly long for a male's. There was a scar on his face, a scar that made him look frighteningly badass. It was Altan, the guy in the photo. But for certain reasons, he looked different. He was a werewolf. I could tell. He smelt like lavender. Maya, my wolf, wouldn't stop whining about how good our mate looked.

His red eyes were unmistakable, and the aura surrounding him was choking. It was Hades, ruler of the seven devils. King of the underworld. "Hello Layla",Hades drawled and bowed dramatically. "It is a true honour to officially meet the first powerful Tribrid". Layla stared at the devil before her. She had seen this particular red eyes before, but not from him. It was from the other one, Belphegor. Hades' human form was pleasant to look upon, and Layla understood where the statement, 'handsome as the devil' originated from. Hades was indeed devilishly handsome, but that didn't let her lower her guard.