Bardocks Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Serves her right! She was so arrogant at the ceremony, turning down the Wolf King. Now she won’t even survive the first round!” Barton was Blackrock Kingdom’s most infamous killing machine. He stood two and a half meters tall, his muscles hard as solid rock. Ordinary swords couldn’t even leave a scratch on his skin. Pitting a newly awakened Silvermoon woman against this monster wasn’t a match—it was a one-sided slaughter. In the VIP box, Kaelen shot straight up in his seat. A terrifying storm raged in his cold golden eyes. Crack! His right hand crushed the volcanic rock armrest of his throne to powder, stone dust trickling through his fingers. He knew Barton better than anyone—a berserker w

“I guess we’re passing up on that one then. How about the racing games?” My eyes narrow, but before I can say anything, the bartender approaches us—a storky man with bald head and a dragon tattoo that peeks over the flesh of his scalp down to his forehead, with shiny green eyes and a cheeky smile. “Ladies,” he chirps—sounding odd for someone of his size. “What brings you tonight and what can I get you? Remember, code only.” Brie winces beside me and the bartender catches it. His gaze lands on me with renewed interest.

She snarled her nose at him as she handed Madchen her drink. “Come on, pretty lady,” he insisted, “Just one more drink, after this one, and I will quit harassing you, maybe,” His Cuban accent was thick and ominous. The bartender winked at Madchen as she poured the man a whiskey on the rocks. “Ok, just one,” Madchen seemed to agree, “But then I need to go home and take care of my big boy,” “Big, boy,” he raised an eyebrow, having no idea , she was talking about her dog.

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

They knew that things would get very intense and so they retreated right after the fight started, but they were still caught in the snow storm that ensued. Both of them had bitter smiles on their faces hearing the happy laughter of their Lord and seeing him bickering with the Ice Bear. Anyone who was familiar with the Lord of Barbarians would scarcely believe what they were seeing if they were here. The Lord of Barbarians was known as Magma the Intense. He had been given the name Magma because of his red hair, and now it was as iconic as his temper. He was always serious, and rarely laughed or joked with another. Yet here he was, bickering with a bear. But both men weren’t stunned by what th

Ava was almost feeling happy about the fact that Vador wasn't ashamed to hold her so close in public but was shocked when she heard him say"Besides we're bats now. Look there" "Ahh," Ava said seeing her reflection. She was a bat and so was Vador. "Better now,look again" "Better," Ava sighed. She was back to her normal self. On entering the gallery, Ava saw a sketched drawing of a dog,a vampire dog maybe,It looked delivish with horns. Taking a closer look at it,the dog blinked at her. "Seen anything you like?" Vador asked with his hands behind him. "More of something that I don't like,"Ava murmured"That dog just blinked at me,she pointed to the drawing.

"Long Haisheng, how are you feeling? Are you scared? Are you nervous? Losing one more round, you'll be kicked out of Jiangnan City." Long Haisheng replied with a grim face, "Li Ao, it's a best of three. Isn't it too early for you to get so happy?" "I tell you what, Long Haisheng. The victory has to be mine." Li Ao said proudly, "That young master is Bancha, a boxing champion I invited from Thailand. He was called the Iron Fist Arhat. Those fellows of yours wouldn't be his match even if they fought him together. You can send them here if you don't mind they'll live or die."

A massive Golden Baboon with six arms and huge fangs resembling chilling machetes moved forward to ram against Black Lightning. Ding Hao rushed toward the Golden Baboon without dodging. Just when he was about to reach the baboon, he gripped one of Black Lightning's front bumpers, pulling out a silver bumper with a backhand. A cold light burst out. It turned out to be a long gigantic sword.

And I knew he would never forgive me for this. Does he love me? “You’ll probably catch a cold if you stay here a few more minutes,” a voice said from behind me. I glanced at Mathew over my shoulder and smiled when I saw a fluffy coat in his hands. He walked up to me and handed me the coat. “Thanks,” I said and put it on. “Have you heard anything from Luther or Cassius?” His eyes fell to sadness as he shook his head. “Boss may have gone to one of his underground fighting clubs. Because when he is sad or angry he goes there for a good fight.”

shouted pushing Mr Nerdy's card with as much force as I could muster ignoring the looks from people around and noticing one of the bouncers coming in towards us. "Why don't we do this like real men then?" Mr Nerdy dared me, looking all calm and surprisingly unshaken by my hard push. "You want to fight?" "Looks like you are badly in need of one buddy," He said, already walking out of the bar. I pulled at my messy hair, hands-on my hip.No body dares me, not Lucas Edgar. I followed him outside just to meet this punk-looking unfazed, standing at the driver's door of the latest edition of the electric car which was opened. Nice ride, but was not about to tell him that to his face. "Let's get thi