Novel & Cerita Blackbeard's Too

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

Israfel knocked on the door and told the captain from outside. The door opened in a sudden and the pirate who knocked the door startled. Captain Black Beard was very prepared with his black beard well comb, his hair style down leashed, his brown shoes, captain pirate black war robe, and his proud weapon attached on his pants belt. He is obviously ready to attack with an outfit for he believes that it will be special day to kill the prophet. He goes to the ship together with his pirates, Lord Daemon and his disciples. The prisoners were left in the dungeon guarded and the outside of the palace and village were also guarded. After all the needed weapons were packed up, they immediately fly out

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

The Mercenaries’ Guild had even compiled a dedicated bestiary, indispensable to adventurers. The Blackarmored Boar was no easy opponent. Thick-skinned and heavily built, it could achieve terrifying speed in a full charge. Though it possessed no spell-like abilities, its lethality was not to be underestimated. “Smear this across your chest,” Instructor Beff said, tossing him a black pill. Logo did as instructed. Crushing the pill between his fingers, he rubbed the substance onto his chest.

Just what I need! I would have immediately assumed that he had followed me here to confront me, had he not had company. Shady- looking, crepy as hell company. Mr Blackwood was slanting into the counter by the bar, a glass of whisky in his hand. He looked ragged, like a white- collar psychopath in those work slacks and untucked shirt which was almost unbuttoned all the way. He looked really pissed and to be in a murderous mood, but he had nothing on the villainous hunk next to him. The man was large, his bulging muscles were out of this world frightening, both his arms were covered in tattoos, so was the back of his bald head.. the most notable tattoo was one of a black widow which extended f