Altaïr Ibn-la'ahad Novels & Stories

“No. I let you go.” Silence. Diego’s hands clenched. “What’s your game? And who are you?” The sorcerer turned toward him, those dark eyes gleaming. “My name is Saren Valis, and this is no game, Alpha.” The title dripped with meaning, with something too knowing. “You must know…” he continued, turning back to the rebel leader. “That Bor Khulan is watching. That the rebellion is already shifting. And that your ‘mission’ will determine where the tides fall.”

If Keil's words were true, the subject introduced as Axel Halheimer was about five levels from the maximum level for most beings. Zark looked carefully at the person before him; they had the emblem of a chalice on their chest, perhaps it was part of the flag of the country known as the Kingdom of Lothal. That said, there wasn't enough information that he couldn't be sure. Axel after seeing that Zark seemed not to be hostile, he looked directly at Gregar. “You must be the head of this town. Could you tell me who are the people standing next to you? " "There's no need. Greetings Sir Marshal of kingdom, I am Zark Ar Zathot, a Spellcaster. Because the town was attacked by the undead, he can't he

he said. "But I already know your na..." "My name is Fenris Covel," he cut her off. "The lady among us is Zayna Amar. She is our medic." "Good for her," Catori mumbled. Fenris heard her but chose to ignore the comment. "The guy with the white hair and tattoo on his neck is Alaric Berwoulf and the other guy whose hair is the same color as your eyes is Valentino Calvary. He is our tracker." It was after his statement that he realized he talked about her eyes. Turning away sheepishly, the man blushed. Catori just stared at him and rolled her eyes.

As she stepped into the main chamber of the Obsidian Tower, she found Kaelith waiting. He was not alone. Beside him stood a tall, powerfully built realm male who immediately drew Lyra’s attention. Commander Soren Vaelis was strikingly handsome, even with the long, jagged scar that ran from his left temple down across his jaw. His dark silver-veined skin spoke of strong bloodlines, while his ice-blue eyes were sharp and watchful. High cheekbones and a firm, masculine jaw gave him a rugged, warrior-like appeal that would turn heads in any realm. He wore dark, rune-etched armor that accentuated his broad shoulders and muscular frame, with two curved blades strapped across his back.

He chuckled. “Did you do all this for the ball?” he questioned, running a finger from my head to my shoes. “I doubt Father changed his mind about taking the twins.” “He didn’t I just thought, as they weren’t feeling well, I could go-” “Don’t worry, you don’t have to convince me. I think it’s high time the other princes saw my gorgeous baby sister,” he chimed in, giving me that bright smile of his. Poles apart from everyone else in the family, Valerian is the only one that treated me like I am family. He is ten years older than me but is by far my favorite. I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father.

Seeing Andrew's puzzled expression, he continued, "Your alchemy mentor is Mr. Maverick Zeroual, the God of Medicine, and the greatest miracle worker of our time, correct?" When Andrew nodded, Luther said, "Then there you have it. Wyrmhelm is Mr. Zeroual's junior! They are the two figures who stand at the peak of Holtrien, looking down upon all living beings. Mr. Zeroual has a gentle nature, dedicates himself to healing, cares nothing for fame, and has always been elusive.

Like I was a weapon they weren’t sure how to sheath. Layla stood first. “This is Alenya.” That’s it? No titles? No disclaimers? A broad, shouldered man with storm, gray hair leaned back in his chair. “Human doesn’t smell right.” “I smell very right, actually,” I muttered. Thane’s aura flared just enough to make the table hum. “This is Cael,” Thane said. “Beta. That’s Maeven, our seer. Orrik, sentinel chief. And Rowan....”

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..”.

I don't know for how much longer, but he is still there, waiting to be freed. Asthenosthene's father, a woodcutter and a herbalist was last seen with the entity who had beautiful, aquamarine eyes. Take heed, for the wood cutter is no mere peasant. His real name is Satelnos Cortell. The foreign exiled prince of the Chaldea, a continent of the West, a noble family of Sunchildren. Asty is a noble Sunchild and she was destined to kill him. She can either get deceived by the tenth or will protect the twelfth.

“Very good. You are quick learners,” Ward nodded. “Kian O'Braonain, your clan was one of the greatest Hunters in all the world many hundreds of years ago. All Vampires feared the silver swords of the O’Braonains.” Turning to Aaron, he continued, “And the McReynolds clan comes from the descendants of the great Guardian Leaders. Not only that, your mother’s clan, the O’Riordans, were also highly skilled Guardians. With the blood of both of these clans coursing through your veins, you are sure to become one of the strongest Guardians of all time.”