Bandit Way Novels & Stories

Bella does not doubt that these twelve people are dragons. But they look like goons, with dirty clothes and greasy hair. Their teeth are yellow and almost all of them are missing a tooth or two. "Who are they?" Bella asked the goddess. "They are like the thieves of the dark realm. We call them bandits. They will do almost anything for money. Their dragons are not powerful, but their human body is. If they wanted to attack a village, they will release a gas-like thing, which will not allow the dragons in the village to shift from their human self to a dragon. These Bandits take that as an advantage and will attack the village when they become vulnerable after breathing in the gas" the goddess

he asked. They pulled out their weapons. "Think carefully before you give us advice, stranger," one of the bandits hissed "Perhaps you should reconsider your words and walk instead." A grin spread across my face "Ah, but you see," I replied, my voice calm and steady, "I have never been one to back down from a fight. And in this moment, the only advice I have for you is to heed my words and walk away while you still can." The bandits faltered for a moment. They looked at each other. I could see the fear in their eyes. They probably sensed my Alpha waves.

When the battle is over, you're supposed to return home, and life slowly drifts back into a normal, mundane routine. No more fighting. No more bloodshed. No more death. That was supposed to be normal. At least for normal people that would be normal. However, Rhychard Bartlett, Warrior of the Way, understood that he could no longer be considered a normal person. That life ended four months ago. Now, his normal consisted of faeries and gnomes and demons and dark elves, some fighting alongside him, some fighting against him. His normal would blow most people's minds.

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

“Show me how bad you have wanted this young cock.” I rode him like a whore. That was the only way to describe it. I moaned shamelessly and my tits bounced and my pussy creamed all over his thick shaft until there was a white ring of it at the base of his cock. I came again grinding down on him and my walls fluttered wildly around him and I threw my head back and moaned.

War means war. The Genarros drew back every nickel that had been put in anything the Russos related. I persuaded my family to do this, this borderline self-destruction, to have my revenge on Cicio’s betrayal. There was one thing about me, is that I have always been my parents' precious princess. The only heiress of the family business means I can do whatever I want, and the only reply I’d ever get is going to be “as you wish”. But Cicio was a different story. He was a bastard son given birth by a nameless whore, and he wandered among all the twelve orphanages in the city over the first 16 years of his life before getting reconnected to his family.

The bandit stared at his now-empty hand, disbelief etched across his face. The other bandits hesitated for a moment, uncertain whether to continue their assault. It was a momentary pause, but it was all Cain needed. In a blur of motion, he closed the distance between himself and the nearest bandit, his fist connecting with a satisfying crunch. The bandit crumpled to the forest floor, unconscious. The remaining bandits, seeing their comrade felled so effortlessly, wisely chose to flee. They disappeared into the woods like shadows, leaving behind their fallen companion.

(Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up. Jack smirked before placing his hand as the small of my back leading me towards a door to the building. He nodded at the man guarding the door referring him to open it. I analyzed the guard, seeing as he had a bulletproof vest on his chest and an Ak-47 strapped to him. I quickly looked away as I continued walking forward. The inside was absolutely beautiful, mesmerizing even but I knew I had to stay focused and remember my way in if I had any chance on getting out.

His mind raced to find a solution, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Seeing the change in his expression, Adrian smiled. The reason he said the bandit had to die if he could not provide him was to compel him to come up with a way to enter Sandstone. After all, he knew that these bandits were well acquainted with Prosperous Mountain and the surrounding cities. "You can kill the people transporting the supplies and impersonate them to enter Sandstone City!" Ashton said. Adrian narrowed his eyes. The route for supplying Sandstone was in the hands of these bandits, and this method was not entirely impractical.

But there was something in his eyes, a flicker of truth amidst the fear, that caught my attention. I knelt down, my gaze piercing into his soul, searching for the sincerity he claimed to possess. "Who is your boss?" I demanded, my voice laced with a hint of authority and curiosity. "Speak the truth, and perhaps your plea for mercy will be considered." The bandit swallowed hard, his voice quivering as he revealed the name I least expected. "King Edwards," he stammered, his eyes wide with trepidation. "He ordered us to loot anyone that passes here and bring the spoils to him."