Ban And Jericho Novels & Stories

will fight for my people, I am still confused as to why I am to die in this ignorant manner. Everyone said the gods would stand for us, for we have acted in accordance to their laws; thus, we deserve sacred protection. This belief amazes me, for battles depend on the strength of men and not the gods. The gods give courage, but men fight the battle themselves. “I was counseled to take Banabella to the kingdom of Fallahi, - I mean your mother’s birthplace. I have handpicked a group of men who have been chosen to take Banabella to the village of Bo, in the kingdom of Fallahi. Don’t be surprised, my boy. Yesterday I read what was written on our wall. I saw our young men running away from Muzaga

He pointed out a spot on the goggle map. I took a picture of the coordinate and headed out. “I'm coming,” Jericho halted me. They both struggled to get on their feet, a pitiable image of two great warriors. “Both of you, sit your ass down. I'm not dragging a half beat beta and silver poisoned cousin miles to an airfield,” “But …” “But what?” I cut Jericho short. “You are extra weight, I can't take you around. So heal and be useful to me later,” ******

“Now come on, let's try to narrow it down. You went through a mountain, you said.” I nod. Jericho’s eyes scan the map. “The only mountains that are within driving distance are here,” he sticks his finger on the map. “And it’s north-west from my territory.” I lean over the map as if it will reveal some secrets to me. “Close your eyes,” Jericho says. “Think back. What else did you see?” “I know,” Edira says. “I can tell him.” “Edira knows,” I say. “She can remember better than I do.”

Jericho uses his whole body to narrate the story, his arms outstretched in front of him like a bear ready to attack. “Did you catch it?” Gavin excitedly asked. Jericho Suddenly sat back down, slumping on his seat. “No,” he said dejectedly. Gavin made a confused sound from his throat, and Ainar wants to melt at how adorable he sounded. “Why?” he asked, the tone of his voice higher in confusion. “I fell on a cliff beside it. The deer was standing right in front of it, and when I charged at it, it saw me and ran. So, I fell. Turns out, they were right. Deers are not easy to catch.”

Mine to obsidian black and his to gold. Jericho’s enhancement was his IQ level. It increased substantially. He could map out a plan before even setting eyes on the place or any tools you would need. He could think faster than he could talk, and sometimes he would spend hours sifting through the mechanics of his own mind. He was so smart it was scary. He could find out anything about anyone, anytime.

In my past life, when the company's capital chain was on the verge of collapse, I reached out to a close friend who helped introduce a wealthy investor from the Emirates. However, at the welcome banquet, Emily insisted on adding a pork dish. I explained to her that the Islamic holy book, the Qur'an, explicitly classified pork as an 'unclean' substance and strictly forbade its consumption. It was a rule rooted in religion's extreme emphasis on purity. Including pork on the menu would be a grave insult to them. Still, after hearing this, Emily was utterly dismissive. "You're just jealous that Kenneth and I are close, and you don't want me stealing your spotlight, right? If you don't want me to

He was lucky Hendrix wasn't there when that happened. "I've told you to stop calling me that. My name is Hendrix," "Your name is also Kylian and that's not the point. Let the girl do what she wants. You don't have to be a dick because she refused to suck your mini balls," you see, Jericho is very useful. I didn't like him but his mouth always made him the target of torment for almost everyone.

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re crazy, Tunde’s reckless… someone’s gotta make sure you two don’t die.” She smirked, but it didn’t reach her eyes. The sky remained eerily still. Distant sounds echoed, the grind of loaders, the occasional cry of a baby from one of the shelters below. Life in the Ruins kept breathing, unaware that tonight, three nobodies had picked a fight with giants. Abigail’s mind was racing. Not just with the plan, but with what came after. If this worked, if the Citadel cracked down on the Brass Fangs , , they’d lose a powerful enemy, but they’d also put a spotlight on themselves. That kind of light could burn.

another elder said, his tone colder still, “entwined in matters far beyond your place. The Alpha’s public rejection only confirms what the whispers have long suggested—that you overstepped. That you sought what was never yours to take.” The words burned, but she held her tongue. Elder Morwen leaned forward, clasping her hands. “There are those who call for your immediate banishment. Others,” her eyes flickered with the faintest smile, “suggest leniency, for the sake of avoiding scandal.” The word *banishment* dropped into the chamber like a stone into deep water. Serena’s breath caught—not because she was afraid of leaving, but because leaving meant severing the last fragile thread between h

Rose snarled. Jericho paused. Sadness flitted in his brown eyes, "You're right. I'm sorry about Father Benedict, Rose, and for what happened to the New Catholic council. You must feel horrible." "I'm not...upset about that." Rose scoffed, though she knew she wasn’t fooling him, "I'm mad that Joanna won." Jericho did not comment on that. Instead, he joined he, silently settling his body on the railings of the ship. "How are they?" Rose asked after a while, just to fill the silence.