Badass Zoro Novels & Stories

It was as if he saw something in her that even she didn’t fully understand. “You have no idea what you're dealing with, Karina,” he said softly, his voice laced with the knowledge of a thousand years. “The Third Prince of Zorana isn’t just a king. He’s the rebirth of an entire world. And you… you are the one who will make it all possible.”

I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I woke up feeling thirsty. I went out to drink some water and found Leon still in the meeting, with his subordinates reporting to him. I caught a glimpse of his profile. I had always known he was hot and handsome, but from the side, his sharp facial features stood out even more. Even though he was sitting sideways on the couch, his tall frame was still evident. He was focused on his laptop, occasionally giving instructions to his subordinates. I had to admit that a man who was focused on his work was truly captivating.

“Marcus, talk to us. Do not carry this alone.” Marcus exhaled shakily. “He died thinking he was protecting his work. Instead IZO44 used it to build the very monster we fight. My whole life after his death, the anger that drove me here, it might all be part of its design.” Joel stepped forward carefully, wincing from his injured arm. “Even if it manipulated the start, you chose to keep fighting. That part is yours.”

However, Keil continued with his report with his head bowed and in a clear voice said “with the exception of the Guardian of the Treasury, Azrael, the Guardian of the royal chapel, Isabell Bathory, the Guardian of the clock tower, Charlotte Blackwood, and the Guardian of the gardens, Qetzal Coatl. We, his generals, have come to kneel ... as the Master ordered. All of us would walk through hell or tear down the bars of heaven without hesitation for you. Facing the six bowed heads, Zark seemed unable to say a word. He felt that abnormal pressure was covering this scene. He did not know what to do. This was the kind of scene that probably happened once in a lifetime. Zark's mind went into chaos

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

Ara and Zandro looked at each other then nodded. "Ready your weapon." The two turn their backs on each other as they fight in Triads. They ran out of bullets so Zandro used a katana while Ara used a dagger. Simultaneously Zandro fights the five men while Ara attacks those who try to hurt the first Archon. She was about to be attacked by a man so she immediately dodged afterward and kicked him hard on the thighs. The man fell to the ground so she threw her dagger upside down then stabbed the knife in his chest. She has no hesitation in killing because she knows, that every person of the Triad is a soul -a blocker and no doubt killer.

Plans were already in motion to sweep out all our opponent's strongholds within and outside our region. We did allow Don Pedro's daughter to escape. Not that we can't find her and drag her out of here if we wanted to. But where's the fun in that? Amory was taken care of by a blood-starved Gage and Monte, well Maxine gave him the privilege of ending his own life and he took it. Now here we are, excited for this big moment with the man of the hour. The real chief in the game, Santaro. I carefully examined the setup instruments in front of me, knives of so many types, shapes, and sizes. My body was thrumming with excitement.

It was an embarrassing fight for him. He could not even vent his frustration on the two big bosses who escaped. It was not difficult to imagine how bad Walter's mood must have been. Barry and Eason looked grim when they saw the yellow smoke. "That yellow smoke is the Zago race's most powerful defense technique. It's no mistake that she's the princess of the Zago race," Barry said to Chase. "The Zago Baby Spirit is one of the princess' iconic pets. There's no other explanation for it," Eason added.

His hands found their way to boobs inside the too-tight-for-him bra. "Oh God!" "You like that?" "Yes," "You want more," "Yes," "Then call me daddy," Solano supported her from falling off his lap with one hand around her waist while the other tease her body. He sucked and bit down on her throat, "say it baby girl! Say it!" "Zaddy,"

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel