Altaïr Ibn La Ahad Face Novels & Stories

"Then it's my turn, Hope Balder, brother of the legend Elizabeth, Avatar of rank E, but evaluated with a potential of rank D, I am a hero and probably the strongest in physical power here. With me, victory is assured!" He looked proudly at his audience, most looking annoyed. "What a good talker... I am Cid, but for you all it's Barron, I don't have time to say anything about me or my power, whatever will come to me, I'll crush it." They looked at him while sighing, Eryl amused. "I think it's good like this. Then it's only left you, Sir Carper." "... I know, I am Anesidora, Dora for 4 people but Mister Carper for the others, E-Rank Avatar... Shaman."

“Yeah, that’s okay. I hope you guys are okay too” “We are. Don’t worry” Ivan smiled. “I heard your platelet count is still going down, right? It’s still in a critical phase, you could even say it's not. When you're really in a critical phase, your platelets will drop drastically” Ivan sat in the visitor's chair, staring at my face which I believe now looks very shabby because it's been a few days since I haven't showered. This is probably my worst performance in front of the opposite sex in my entire life. Ah, I don't even care anymore. “They said something like this as well. I wonder on what days is the critical phase begins”.

was Alec’s mild reply. See, Fana whispered again. When the commander began screaming this time, Iranna did not look away. And as Alec and Lorcan did what they’d been trained to do, she couldn’t decide if Fana’s order had been to help—or a reminder of precisely what the goddesses might do should they disobey. His name was Hades, and he was the King’s hunter. The white wolf was watching him again. Isak Emma ran an ironclad finger over the rim of the stone altar on which he laid.

I have just enough time to reach out and grab Emery by the arm, yanking her to stop before the man towering above us steps up and over the terrace as if he’s walking on air. Alatar stands before us cloaked in what I can only describe as… electricity. The same force he uses to stoke the thunderheads that have wrecked Maatua. He is not what I’ve been expecting. Tall and lean, yes. But his face is… familiar. Almost handsome. He is young, too. Ageless. “I had hoped I’d get a chance to meet you,” he says, his silver eyes meeting mine as he gently bows his head to me in greeting.

“Fine. Here’s a trade. You show me your face… and I’ll tell you.” He went quiet, real quiet. She felt him freeze behind her, as if contemplating. His breath hitched just once, and she knew he was debating the risk. Minutes ticked by and Katherine gave up. She decided he probably was going to storm off which was why she was surprised when he lowered the gun, pulled off his hood and tapped her. Finally, he let out a long, slow breath. “Valar,” he said quietly. “Name’s Valar.” Katherine’s eyes lit up, her lips curling into a smile as she finally memorised his face. Brown curls that were obviously dyed, pale blue eyes and lips that needed hydration and a huge smear of balm. Also a scar that was

"What are their names?" "Their names are Kai, Eli, Vladimir, Osiris, Edric, Drik, Isabella, and Suzette," Altan replied. "Eli was with you yesterday, right? By the way, your brother is very handsome," Esen said, hiding her smile. Altan took a look at her and said, "Your focus should be on me only." Esen laughed when she saw him reacting like this and replied. She didn't know if there was anger or jealousy in his eyes.