Bandit Keith Yugioh Novels & Stories

The most terrifying part was that such a powerful force from him did not hurt Henry or affect Lydia in any way. "You! How powerful are you?" Keith could not help but express his horror. "It's too late to ask that now." Henry sneered and approached Keith, one step at a time. None of them would be able to escape alive. Keith sensed Henry's terrifying, murderous intent. He was nervous as he angrily said, "Even if you're a master, you can't kill me." "Oh?" "Of course. My master is Master Bentley from Islehaven. He's a top Grandmaster. If you kill me, he won't let you off lightly. Even the Dark Service Group won't let you off."

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

I replied sheepishly. He smiled and then turned to the King. "See you soon, Elijah" "Who's he?" I asked Elijah as he takes a glass of wine from a maid. "My uncle, Eros Black" I gasp, "You mean the Eros Black? Alpha of Blackwood pack?" He chuckles "Yes, that him." Eros Black was known in his youth days, he fought with the Alpha King before Elijah against the rouges, it's was a bloody bath between thousand of lycans and it happened thirty years ago. I wish that I had actually paid attention to their conversation.

Sweat drips down my back, stinging the open cuts that are taking forever to heal and I'm fairly sure my right shoulder is dislocated, but Levi, the third ranked warrior in my class, is still standing and my father will not accept anything less than first place, even during training, so I grit my teeth and force myself into position. Levi growls in frustration, he's panting, drenched in sweat and desperate to prove his worth by taking down the future Alpha.

Keith proceeded to open the file and began browsing through its contents, looking quite pleased with himself. "Last year, Jake attacked me and ended up losing. He then requested an Alpha challenge, which he also lost," Keith began, recounting the events. "But before I agreed to the challenge, I proposed that the stakes be fifty-fifty. If he lost, I would take over his pack and claim everything he owned. Conversely, if I lost, he would take over my pack and everything I owned. He didn't seem to give it much thought and readily agreed."

The guards part for Lyza and I watch her walk by me, her eyes blazing red and her presence absolutely dripping with power that I recognize as Mitalonys’. I step behind her so I can get through the wall of warriors but then stop dead in my tracks. There are three figures approaching the black rock pillars that mark the entrance to dragon territory, with them is a horse dragging a rickety wooden cart. I can feel their energy the moment they cross the border. One is all-too familiar—I recognize it immediately. And the others—the others scare the absolute hell out of me. "Zari," I whisper, my face going cold and my hands going numb. I reach out to her, my entire body shaking.

He retreated fast, putting a distance between us, and a short glimmering broadsword appeared in his hands. “What’s going on? Who is this?” he asked. Iditan had a quirk which could go for a smile on her face as she replied. “This is Toke, one of our witchlords. Toke meet Thabiti, the first guardian from Kenya in a very long time.” Iditan introduced. I slowly stood at ease, embarrassed at my overt reactions. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I was just trying to be careful.” “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have appeared before you so suddenly catching you by surprise.” Thabiti replied, coming forward slowly. His sword had disappeared from his hands and I could not tell how or where it had gone to. I muttered

the guard replied. Ryan nodded, sending the guards out, “speak,” his voice low. “I am Keith,” he started, unsure of how he was going to tell the story. “Cres… cory sent me,” he said. Ken frowned, “Cory? Or the Lycan king?” he asked, he chose not to address the name slip. His attention was on the young boy who was standing before her. “Here,’ Keith said, pulling out the dagger and the map. “There is war at home, and we need your help,” he said.

His hand throbbed with each heartbeat, and he could feel the warm trickle of blood running down his arm. Keith smirked with a cold and calculated expression. "It's simple. You have something that belongs to me. Something I will not leave here without taking" Keith took out a third knife and Yohan's eyes widened with fear. "What is it?! I'll give you anything!" he begged. "YOUR LIFE." Keith grinned in such a sinister way that Yohan felt his pants get wet with urine, covering the floor beneath him.

Caiathus called out to me, breaking me from the loop of thoughts that were threatening to suffocate me. I looked at him and saw the fury in his eyes even if the rest of him was composed. “I need to talk to you,” he said softly. He looked around first before coming closer until we were right in front of each other. Dante joined us as well. “I cannot be certain just yet, but it is possible that Bandore might have enlisted the aid of a Plythir which is a creature known for causing discord. Think of it like the opposite of a Leprechaun.”