Blind Warrior Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What happened one year ago, Blind?" "You don't deserve to know, Rongue!" "Bastard!" Bastian howled as the moonlight hit his skin. Instantly, he was a complete shifter. His eyes blazed red as he stared hungrily at Sicily's body. The woman smiled mysteriously; she still wanted to smell another scent emerge. However, it was obvious that the scent had not yet dared to reveal itself. "Are you worthy to fight me, Rongue? Summon the others to satisfy me!"

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

“Oh yeah? Come on then! You think I’d be scared of you? Take a look at the situation that you’re in! All these golden brothers are looking at you, knives in their hands! Do you think they’re just decorations? Do you think they’re just some golden statues?” At that moment, many of the warriors were filled with mixed emotions. However, Claire wasn’t satisfied yet. She grabbed the warrior near her and said, “Come on. Hey boxer, please show this blind woman what you can do. You should do a move... something cool, like the Golden Cut of Wrath!” The warrior was trembling from fury. Tightening his grip on the blade, the veins on his arm started popping out. He wanted to kill, kill this woman who ju

“How dare you!” The Blithe King was furious. No one had ever dared speak to him that way. “I’ve heard your power is unmatched, but we’ve never sparred.” The Blithe King removed his shirt. Just then, James moved in a flash. A silver needle appeared in his hand out of nowhere. A silver needle pressed against the Blithe King’s throat before he could even do anything. Time suspended. The Blithe King’s forehead beaded with sweat. He was the Blithe King of the West, a leader of armies. He had seen everything.

The blast from the Elder’s void-energy sent a shockwave through the Dead Lands, turning the ash into a blinding whirlwind. Silas lay motionless against the jagged rocks, his black-glass blade nothing but glittering shards in the dirt. I stood alone, the white light of the Priestess lineage flickering around my fingers like dying embers.

Someone gasped, “Holy crap! This guy knows martial arts?!” “So what if he does? Do you think he can take on hundreds of us by himself? Offending our boss has only one outcome — death!” A burly, bald thug stepped out from the crowd. I squinted my eyes and sent the machete flying through the air straight between his legs. A foul stench instantly filled the air. I let out a sneer and brushed the dust off my clothes. Throwing the machete didn’t mean I was surrendering. Instead, it was because the reinforcements my father sent had arrived.

Damon frowned at her and quickly pulled her away. The bullet hit and Mira was stunned when she realised whom it had hit. "Rudra!" She rushed towards him. Rudra came in between when he saw that the bullet was going to hit Mira. "Are you fucking crazy? Why would you do this?" She looked at his arm where the bullet had scratched his arm. "Then you want me to see you getting hit?" He asked her while groaning in pain. Damon tackled all men and rushed towards Rudra.

He quickly pounced right at Shepard. “My fate has already been sealed, Shepard! I’ll take you down with me if I have to!” Blaine’s aura burst out; the fierce might of a God of War could be felt seeping out of him. He crossed his arms, then swung his palm right at Shepard’s face. Shepard, who wasn’t well-versed in martial arts, would’ve turned to mush if the attack made contact. That was just how terrifying a God of War was. “Sigh…” Harvey sighed. “Did you forget that I promised to keep him safe?”

She had flunked my orders and rushed into the enemy’s territory with no backup. If Blair was affected by my screaming, she said nothing in return, “Did you know that Roman had mutilated himself, made it possible for him to be half Wolf, half Man at the same time?” “What?” Hudson and Landon chorused, looking at the body on the floor. “Why did you endanger yourself?” I asked. Blair sighed, jumping down from the table, “Because, Roman worked with a witch, the same witch that had tried to kill…” “Kill who?”

Solomon helped Amos to the sofa and asked, “What’s wrong with you?” Blair’s subordinates, including his assistant Amos, were skilled in martial arts. Most people were no match for Amos, let alone a child.