Coldheart Raid Romane & Geschichten

Rica smiled politely. When they settled, Angel went off to the east side with Arwel to play the adrenaline game they were talking about. It was just a simple game of the number of hunting prey. And whoever gets the most numbers will be the winner. Then, rogues came out to cause a ruckus but the Reeves cousins were already on their move. “Damn, I’ve got five here.” Marius clicked his tongue when he killed the last rogue on his side. “Yahoo, I’ve finally got eight this time.” Tiffania chuckled when she informed that and it was making Marius and Lincon whined.

The kids are kept in their haven. "Follow my orders and don't go your way," Larry instructed his trainees. They are fifteen in their batch, and they aged twelve to fifteen years old. Only few can survive in every battle against the enemies. "Don't go away from me," Raiden said to Harriet. The girl agreed and did not leave his side. They are accompanied by other tenured hunters while the majority are left in the residence. They are hundreds of them to see to it everybody was safe. They were observing the surroundings at the bottom of the mountain which serves as the main pathway going in and out of the wild. Whenever the enemies call for an attack, they would pass through it. Raiden and Harri

The sentinel lunged. Adrian barely dodged, the creature’s claws scraping a shower of sparks from the concrete. He stumbled, hit the floor, and rolled away as it slammed down again. Maya raised her hands, her body flaring gold. A burst of energy knocked the creature back, sending it crashing into the wall. “Go!” she shouted. Adrian scrambled up, sprinting toward the core chamber door. “What about you?” “I’ll hold it off!” “Maya—” “Move, Adrian!”

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.