Bowser Jr Ludwig Novels & Stories

"Senior, aren't... aren't you a bit too powerful?" Hearing Lilly's words, Lucas couldn't help smiling to himself. He had heard of such words countless times. "Just so-so. I am not that terrible." Immediately, Lucas walked slowly into the Blue Wolf Dark Races' tribal land. Lilly looked at Lucas' back, although she knew that Lucas was an extremely powerful Gene Fighters . But what they were facing was the entire Blue Wolf Dark Races. Lucas and Lilly had already entered the tribal land of the Blue Wolf Dark Races. As soon as they stepped into the tribal land of the Blue Wolf Dark Races, hundreds of Blue Wolf Dark Races surrounded them.

Then, Astrid nodded on cue for Bowen to start talking. “Berk! It's me, Bowen! The Dragon’s Prince and his friends have freed me. Now it's your turn, son. Work with them,” Bowen exclaimed to Berk. Berk paused his movements for a moment, then turned his head towards the sound. He tilted his head and watched Bowen's form. Berk didn't recognize Bowen's current form. The figure looked foreign to him. GRAAAAAAW! Berk roared then slammed into Zellin like a fly. Zellin nimbly tried to evade.

"They are here to watch the duel and act as its witness. I think it's a good thing, honestly. Adolf wouldn't try to cheat with so many people watching." Logan smiled. "Adolf already thinks he'll win easily. With that sort of confidence, he won't need to cheat," he replied. "Who are those two? This Kingskin and Jo Joespar fellas?” "Jo Joespar is one of Jesund's most authoritative martial artists. He's in his 50s or 60s and is widely respected, but his skills are mediocre.

He slowly turns to the others, his fellow fighters, who wait anxiously for the next order. “Why…” Borisov assesses the situation and her stance beside my brothers and our men. Rage fills his face, hatred overflowing. The grip of her father’s hands on me loosens as realization hits. “You’re with them…” Fury fills his voice. “You’re with the murderers of my son, you whore!” At that moment, Luther, noticing Borisov’s distraction, lands two firm, consecutive blows, making him stagger backward and crash to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Chaos erupts as our men begin clashing uncontrollably.

Luther scratches the bridge of his nose. My hand goes behind my neck, I'm struggling not to be so jealous, but my blood is literally boiling. "Who is that now? One of your many friends?" "No, stupid, he is the Captain of the bisons," Luther says, "he is a very scary guy, Marlon. Whatever you do, avoid him on the rink." I scoff and throw the half empty bottle of water back at him. "What's that supposed to mean?!" He frowns at me, as if I was being rude by throwing that bottle against his chest.

The growl that left my lips was muffled by the soft music playing in the hall. “They are just friends” Noir came to stand beside me. “I don’t care. Lore is mad at the said friendship” I gritted. He scoffed. “You sure it’s just Lore?” I turned to glare at him and he raised his hands in the form of a surrender. “I’m just saying” “I never asked in the first place” I glowered at him. “How is Alpha Ludwig?” He shifted the conversation. “He is fine, his family too. But he found out something weird about the rogues” My eye turned to look at Jade and she was still discussing with the slave boy. I looked away from her and back to Noir.

My fists pummel his face, but he just smirks with each hit, laughing. Everyone gasps, and I know it’s not because of the fight. A heavy crack sounds, which signals Luigi just entered the fucking room and has a hold of his whip. My spine stiffens as I stand straight, realizing I look like the instigator since I was the one on top of Rizzo and punching the shit out of him. “Back away from him, Morales,” Luigi says. I swallow hard and follow his orders, as even I’m not insane enough to stand up to that sadist.