Novel & Cerita Charmcaster Ben 10

So, he turned back and joined Luna to weave the fire-baskets. With Ben’s help, the production of the one hundred fire-baskets accelerated drastically. Soon, half of the task was completed. Luna, however, was still deeply suspicious of the black-clothed beastman who had ambushed Ben. He asked again to confirm seriously, "Are you absolutely certain he is the enemy who killed your father?" Ben’s gaze was unwavering, his tone definitive. "It is definitely him. When I fought him, I could clearly perceive his rank. He is a mid-stage Rank Seven."

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Since he carried the virus in him, they were unsure about Jasper, but there was no guessing that Ben was a warlock and an enemy of the zombies. Although Ben was left in the dark, Jasper was able to understand the telepathic grumbling and suspicious complaining amongst them. They were not only unhappy about allowing a warlock to walk amongst them, but a zombie-vampire-werewolf tri-bred such as they’d never encountered before was downright unsettling.

Then Ben opened up the system info. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name. : Ben Chase Class. : Alien cyborg level. : 2 HP. :80 Exp. :(0/400) Stats Strength :10 Agility. :10 Endurance. :10 Stamina. :10 Dexterity. :10 free stats :0 Mutation control level : 1 Mutation energy. :(100/100) Mod energy. :(10

It looks more like a wolf. What the hell is happening?

Ben raised his hands and called out in the voice of the ancients, “Ceangailim ort gan aon dochar a dhéanamh!” Selvin fell to his knees as Ben’s spell ripped his powers from him. As they lingered in the air, Ben turned to Imara and scooped the two of them up in his arms. He rocked them gently and took one last sniff of Imara. “I’ll be there soon, baby. It’s all over. Just wait for me at the docks, you hear me? Baby, I’m coming.” Ben sniffed back his tears then nodded to Haldir. “Tie him up!” As Thorin and Haldir picked up the whimpering shell of a once powerful witch, Thorin said, “Oh, I’ve been waiting a very, very long time to see you face to face. I’m going to enjoy every second of this ve

“This is me.” Ben relieves me of it. Without peeking inside, he retrieves a small box from his pocket. My heart pounds hard when he opens the box and pulls out a bracelet with charms. I flick a finger over one of the charms. Some of the charms are recognisable but others aren’t. I recognise the house. The hair clip and... a cake? “Is this a cake?” I touch the cake charm to confirm and he nods. “Why cake?”

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

Charles and Bernard sat down in a hidden hut, hiding their face from the world. Ben, one of the biggest smuggler in the country, He smuggle drugs, weapons and women to the country. Ben is well prominent and known in the country but his identity has been the biggest secret people don't know about him, even people in government but Charles and Bernard have been a good friend of this man, He provided every weapons they used for operations including the weapon used to kill their Father. Charles and Bernard sat down with a flame of revenge in their eye. They come to Ben for help but the mighty Ben said He can't help them.