Bendy Edgar Novels & Stories

No one would ever mistake that joyful expression for rage, so what happened exactly? “Impossible! Edgar is infamous for his fiery temper. Why would he behave this kindly towards a junior? I’ve never seen him being so friendly in my whole life. What’s so special about Zephyr that he had decided to treat that b*stard as an equal?” said the veteran initiate. There was fury etched on his face. There was even a hard edge in his tone when he directed the last question at Theobold.

"When I was a kid, you once told me that men shall not bend their knees easily, for they are the bearers of the weight of the world. A man can only be permitted to bend their knee in the face of divinity and those who gave him life. You're my grandfather, so it's only natural for me to bend my knee for you." "You're a good lad!" Edgar personally helped Cyrus to his feet. With a smile on his face, he asked, "What sort of gift did you prepare for me?" "I've prepared something special for you, Grandpa. Take a look at this."

Buzz! Edgar was a rather powerful and skilled cultivator, only second to Kye in the Heaven Deviation Path. The blow held a terrifying amount of power, constricting the air where it passed. "No, Elder Edgar!" Moriri's expression shifted as she cried out, wanting to stop him, but it was too late. 'F*cking hell! Who's this old man?' Darryl was shocked at the sight of the blow. He could not dodge it in time and could only meet the blow with one of his own.

Alexander asserted firmly, his gaze piercing and authoritative. The room fell into an uneasy silence as Alexander's words hung in the air. Mr. Reynolds seemed taken aback by the directness of Alexander's reprimand. His expression shifted from one of confidence to a subtle hint of embarrassment. However, he quickly regained his composure and nodded in acknowledgment. "Apologies, Alexander. I digress," Mr. Reynolds replied, his voice laced with a touch of chagrin. He redirected his attention back to the collaborative proposal, attempting to regain his footing amidst the subtle power shift that had just occurred.

Edgar really was very clever. Growing up, he was always top of his class. In middle school, he even started a little side business at school reselling comic books, just to buy himself a pricey watch. In high school, a teacher even paid Grandma a visit to suggest that Edgar attend a summer program at Pemberton College. Back then, Grandma looked at Edgar with nothing but pride in her eyes. That was, until he was brought down by a woman—twice. And she was none other than my mother, Dawn Fuller.

Cindy said bending her head because she was scared she might burst out in tears if she sees his reaction. Edward just look stunned at her...

Amara slowly got closer to edward and took a tie from his hand . Edward is taller than her ..Now she wonders whether to ask him to bend ..? Edward knows what she is thinking ..But he chooses to stay still . . " Um ..ca..can you bend a little .? "- amara asked slowly ..Edward bent a little ..it's impossible to see the difference from where he is standing .. " Please bend a little more "amara asked ..Edward now bent a really little which is hard for amara to stand steady .She tiptoed ..but now uses it.

The Magnus continued walking and fell on his knees when he reached the room's darkest side. "Father, the bounty hunter has arrived." Kaizer couldn't see the man in the dark for the torches were behind him, but he could see on his silhouette a bent stature and a bald head. He was old. Kaizer could sense power and authority from him but not enough to make him fall on his knees too. He was looking at Kaizer and Kaizer knew it. Silence was heard. Moans and pains were the background. Then the Magnus stood up and bowed.

He shook Jackson’s hand firmly. Edgar was as far from any person Jackson could imagine Milli dating as the moon was from the sun, but when Milli came over, Edgar’s smile reached his eyes. Jackson decided he would give the Texan a chance, but first, he would have his dad, who is a police detective, do a background check on Edgar Rowling of Dallas, Texas. * * * Two weeks later…