Bald Vegeta Novels & Stories

Karura swung his sword. Elsewhere, Dewi Sari Kencana who was confronted by a white wolf using the ice element immediately fought the wolf with the power of ice control. Larasati also summoned a vulture plant that had a body the size of a black bull whose entire body was made of iron. "Vulture plant parade technique!" Larasati stood right on the head of the giant vulture flower. On the other side, Arya Santanu was overwhelmed by the lightning tiger that continued to emit yellow lightning. He could not get closer, even though he had been lured with hundreds of arrows from Wijaya's crossbow.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

The silver beast turned and bare sharp teeth at the bigger beast. Bathal’s beast Beltza was tall, taller than Calleb’s wolf, Pilak, and its head was bigger. His snout was longer, and his mouth was foaming even against the muzzle. Beltza’s fur was no longer as beautiful and radiant as it once was. His fur was almost completely black with waves of dirty white. His fur was soiled and smeared with filth, and so was his mind. ‘Calleb.’ Pilak called the name of his human in his mind. ‘Calleb Shaldan. I command you to speak!’ Pilak tried to connect with his human as he growled, but Calleb’s consciousness remained silent.

As both men saw him walking towards them, they started trembling, even more, he was walking them as if a wounded tiger walked to his prey. The bald man saw his swollen nose and bruised face and he became shocked because he had strong memory and he knew that during their fight he could not hit him properly even once then how did he get these bruises? He jerked off his thought and looked into his eyes. His eyes seemed barbaric and the aura around his felt dangerous. Rohan Randhwa crouched in front of them, he coldly stared at them for a while, then he said to the bald man "Let's fight with me."

Jai immediately stood up and hurried his way back, not noticing the pair of blooshot eyes followed him out the partitions. Jai turned to the left from the back of the wall and saw the violet haired guy from one of the previous battle. The guy turned around when he noticed the steps behind him, his long hair swishing back and forth. “Hey! You must be Jai. Nice to meet you, I’m Mugen. If you watch my battle, you’ll know I’m a fire elemer.” “Oh yes, I saw it. You were astounding. Your hot flick was cool.” Jai shook his hand.

a middle-aged man from the tribe said to a bald, burly man furiously. The bald man was over two meters in height and held a steel rod in his hand, as thick as a grown man’s thigh. The sight of him was extremely shocking. Moreover, every part of his body was encased in bulky muscles.

In Cloud tower, the three failed attackers returned with bad news. “The Sword Keeper escaped and Bala is frozen.” Said Vale, pointing to the frozen mass on the floor. Then Kariya unthawed him and said “You failed and before you die, I want you to meet your replacement.” Then a guy with black and yellow spiked hair, wearing a blue jacket, a black shirt and pants entered the room. Bala pleaded with Kariya not to kill him, he was then cut down by Kariya’s wind sword.

We fell to the ground and tumbled for a few feet. “Holy fuck! Will you watch where you’re going!?” I shouted. “I apologize, highness. Please forgive me.” A gentle, but deep, male voice replied. “No, it’s my bad. I crashed into you, not the other way. I just got frustrated.” I sighed. “No problem, highness. I understand your frustration.” He said softly. I looked over at him. He was bald, sturdily built with warm brown skin, and dark brown eyes. Oddly, he was dressed in vines and ferns that seemed to be living rather than just cut and fashioned into clothing.

“Idiot! Shuji Kubota was filled with disdain. Naturally, a cornered beast like Aliya Patel was nothing but a joke to him. ‘She believes that she can change the world with rage and courage… ‘How naive! ‘What a joke! Shuji stood still when he swung his sword forward. “Swallow Raze! “It’s the Abito Way’s killer move!” The gentleman on the ground was excited. He probably would not be that exhilarated even if his father was reborn somehow.

Clara and following him were Ajay, Calvin, and Miles with a sword in hand. “King Raiden, if that’s who you are, we demand Shuntha’s head!” Yelled a bald, broad-shouldered, tattooed man. He had a flat wide nose and was missing his two canine teeth, any chance he had he would make any excuse to take off his shirt. His body was covered in tattoos and scars, his most prominent scars were along his forehead as if he was getting scalped. The next ran along his throat and finally one ran along the left side of his face cutting through his eye and lips. He was partially blind because of this, and his eye was almost white but it didn’t stop him from causing the most trouble.