B-rank Adventurer With An Evil Look Novels & Stories

When the department head told me to seat next to Jevro, I felt excited for some reason. About my power rate, I speak with the people who assisted me. Honestly, my power surpasses even those people from other countries. If we compare the ranking to the rankings of protagonists in every fantasy novel, Jevro's and other Black Malemyns are S rank. But me, I'm currently an SS rank. And if we go back to the rankings of the original Malemyns, I'm currently the new found Purple Stage Malemyn.

I momentarily wondered what he looked like without his t-shirt. Moonlight filtered in through the window and I saw his face properly for the first time since meeting him. He had a chiselled face with mountainous cheekbones. There was something strikingly handsome about his face and dangerous too. Along his left eyebrow, there was a ragged scar. To get that kind of scar, he must have been in a really bad fight. "I still don't trust you," he whispered. "That and I had a dream about you running through woods." "Was I running from something?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

Fuck boy ✅ check. The dark aura around him scares her a tiny bit, what happens when Bryan makes it his mission to take his revenge on her by making her life miserable. Bryan Andrews is dark. Ruthless. Cold. And likes to be in control. Taking his revenge on the princess that ruined a major part of his life was the only thing on his bucket list, his upmost priority without backing out. *****

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

“Of course not? I'm at the apex of the evil spirit race, carrying the blood of the founder, the mighty True Original!” As Isabella with pride replies, her full chest puffs up, and Raven couldn't facilitate however lower his sight. “In a, therefore, city like today, one thing sort of a True Original is rarer than vulnerable species. wherever are you from? Some place so much within the mountains?” “The way you speak is so impertinent...” once she replied, Raven began to sense danger, and suddenly became a lot of alerts. The opponent could be an evil spirit. during this black night.

He knocked once and received a gruff response. "Come in." Christopher opened the door and looked at his commander and friend. "Beast," the older man said. "Come in." "How'd you know it was me?" Bruce scowled. "Who the hell else would it be? Nearly seven feet tall with a bandaged face…" Christopher entered and closed the door. He was having a hard time breathing as he took in Bruce's injuries. He had a bandage similar to Christopher's covering half of his face. He was banged up pretty good; black and blue. But that wasn't the worst of it.

He looked down at his hand and when he realized I was not going to take the handshake, he whistled and dropped his hand by his sides and shrugs. He claims he is Ava’s brother. But I don’t trust him. Sure they are both dragons, and apparently the last royal dragons as he claims, but there’s something about him that just ticks me off. My wolf is silent as he watches him from afar, clearly on high alert. Brock tilted his head and folded his arms across his chest, mimicking my body language that made me quirk a brow. “You don’t trust me, do you?” I didn’t answer and just stared at him.

------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered Description : Batch-43, Cadet of the Internatory Glitch Armed Services. A reckless 17 years old Glitch hunter who blatantly challenged and fought the envoy of the Alliance itself and stood his ground. The alliance considered him to be an esteemed donor of a premium Soul Armas. His most recognizable feat is the unrestrained slaughter of more than 5000 ghoul on the Pandemonium all by himself using unknown twin blade proficiency. Title : The Ghoul Reaper

“Nevertheless, I’m not part of these team—can’t you see what I’m wearing. Look at my headband. Bounty Hunters Forever!” “Oh my. Today sure is the Bounty collector’s lucky day. Like using one bird to kill two stones.” Another male voiced wearing a dark cloak, glowing bronze in one eye with the letter ‘C’ emblem below the glowing right eye while putting his hand on the young lady’s blond braided hair as she pursed her lips for she was average in height seemingly the shortest.

High cheekbones and a very very sexy lips with an equally straight nose. So freaking beautiful. My breath caught and my heart seemed to be not functioning properly. It kept stuttering, beating out of time. As he stepped in he completely ignored my presence. Three steps ahead, he turned and looked in my direction, who was beside the shop's door and the most cornered place beside the window. He turned and I could see the tattoo that ran up on the side of his face, like a carving of some kind, so beautiful. He surpassed the hot meter. He could be in a magazine, posing and the article will be titled, 'Dark angel spotted nearby.'