Novelas y relatos de Bg3 Rion

River threatened. But once again, this threat only made Rion mock him even more. With his hair still in River's tug, he laughed at the threat River gave him. "You call me a bug, but look how you brought those big guys to beat me up. Just make sure you keep them with you, eh. Because the next time I see you or your girlfriend walking alone, I will repay everything I received today in a much more painful way," said Rion. River gritted his teeth, and he roughly released his grip on Rion's hair—making the man groan in pain when his face had to hit the ground hard.

BRIGID'S POV The night bled into dawn. Shadows retreated from the room as pale blue light filtered through half-drawn curtains. My joints had stiffened from sitting motionless for hours and even when my chomped hand has regenerated, I still felt a dull pain where I had been diced. Across from me, Riona's face remained a marble mask, her eyes fixed on some invisible point beyond my shoulder. The silence hummed between us, thick and suffocating. My fingers twitched toward the gun hidden beneath the cushion. A precaution. A gamble.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

he announced, “and Alpha Theron of the Ironclaw. You will fight under ancient law. No weapons. No interference. To the death, or surrender.” Ryu didn’t flinch. Theron grinned like a man already victorious. Before the fight, there was a ritual. One that hadn’t been done in generations. The Bonding of the Soul, meant to draw strength from Luna. I didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to stand in the center of that bloody place and give the crowd more reason to stare. But Ryu turned to me, and his hand reached out. “I need you,” he said softly. I nodded.

Rion dropped the bombshell and I nearly dropped my glass, my quick reflexes coming in handy. So it is true. Rion is the heir of the Blue Solstice Pack. I really don't know how to react to this news. Should I be happy? Or…..? “How do you feel about this discovery?” I find myself asking. “I honestly still can't believe it but it's all in the clear now, I'd need to be delusional to deny it.” He said and stood up, walking over to the railing and resting over it. His hair blew in the cool breeze and he genuinely looked like he was at a loss.

“We were just having a little chat.” Rion coughs from across the bar—probably that last hit of Jägermeister. “I don’t think we’ll be able to talk relic or rogue tonight, though,” I add, giggling. “Relic and Rogue… R and R…” “Ah, gods…” Rion groans. “Had R&R in Mozambique once. Would hit the spot right now.” I nod enthusiastically—too enthusiastically. My head feels like a bobblehead, and I’d probably faceplant if not for Zane’s hand still pressed firmly against my back.

Rion said, scratching his jaw. I looked over at Aric who had been quiet to see that his eyes were fixed at a spot on the wall, his gaze distant. "There's this woman I keep dreaming about," says Rion. "Long black hair, with tattoos all over her—" "You do?" I asked, my voice loud. That snaps Aric out of his trance and he turns to us. Rion nodded and my heart raced. "I do, too," I whispered. Rion studied me for a while. I could see the wheels turning in his head. "I think that woman is an oracle," he finally said.

When he passed the final trial, the most sacred moment of all arrived—the claiming. The air grew still. Derek took my hand gently and led me to the center of the ceremonial site. He knelt before the Moon Goddess altar, drank the sacred water offered by the High Witch, then stood and turned to me, his fangs slowly elongating, gleaming under the moonlight. He was ready to mark me. The entire pack watched in reverent silence. I closed my eyes, heart pounding, preparing myself for the eternal bond. But before Derek could sink his fangs into my neck, a blur of motion shattered the silence.

His current bounty is seventy five thousand perus. Tommick Lordbane. Age seventeen, a female loving man who joined the team for reasons unknown. He is a skilled archer who wields a high grade bow, the Elfsong Warbow. Having yellow-gold hair and a striking personality, bring the most formal member of the team. His current bounty is twenty thousand perus. Reighnard Forgeoaken, a former wrestler who joins the team after having his life saved by them. Aged eighteen, he is a huge muscular fighter who uses a mace and his physical strength in battles. After joining the blade rage he has a current bounty of eleven thousand perus.

Fuck, this is not happening at my wedding. I struggled but my struggles died down as Kain’s deep, slightly mocking voice reached my ears. “Look at what I caught, a bride fish!” Rage surged into my veins and I elbowed him in the ribs, while crushing his instep. He didn’t yelp in pain as I expected him to but he did let me go and step back I whirled, fire already on my tongue “ Are you fucking crazy?!” I yelled at the grinning man in front of me