Deku Vigilante Novels & Stories

Hopefully, that wouldn't get them killed. "What is their take on this?" Deke asked, bending down to check his security measures. They were still intact. "This was a warning to all gargoyles. Not just you and the others," Tex said. When Deke rose, he saw an eight-point buck staring at him. He'd missed that. For the fortieth time that year, he wondered if he should just move out there for good. City life was much more complicated. "From the goblins?" he asked.

"They can try." Dante's jaw clenched. "Peggy wouldn't warn me unless it was serious," Dante continued. "After everything—after I ruined—after I was sure we'd never speak again—for her to reach out like this?" He met Killian's eyes. "It's real. Candice is coming. And we're the target." Killian set down the bullet in his hand. "I've been trying to reach Uncle Deka—the Alpha of my wolf mom's pack. If we can mobilise his people, we'd have the numbers to—"

The preliminary talks with the 4 young leaders of the Great Southern Wasteland has ended brilliantly, with them has managed to gain a positive replies by me, regarding the alliance and trade agreements that they really need. And so, the dinner that we have right after, is quite harmonious, they were able to dine, on the finest dishes of the highest and most high quality fine dining experience cooked by Aeternum most professional chef. Apparently the Palace Head Chef Galdar Vigileye, who’s has been serving his current position, ever since I have personally picked him, from way before the palace were even built. Galdar Vigileye is a Demi-Human of Minotaur tribe, and actually a mutant among his

He had waited for that day for too long. When Dewey fought Kye, he underestimated his opponent and was thrown off the cliff by Kye. He was fortunate that he did not die and was only severely injured. When he awoke at the bottom of the cliff, he rushed to seek vengeance, forcing his power to break out, and ended up experiencing a psychotic break.

The sword's warning system was back as well, it seemed. Another bike pulled up on his right. One on his left. Shadows passed overhead, and he knew gargoyles were near. He shot a glance at the motorcyclist on his left and noticed the grayish-blue tint of the rider's hands. A look at the one on the right revealed the same thing. Dark elves. He was being ambushed. Visions of Jamairlo's tattered body flashed in his mind, and somehow, he knew how the Sidhe Warrior had felt. Rhychard knew he was going to die, and he would die alone. Kree and Tryna had escorted Buttercup back to the apartments. They were too far away to help. It was just him. He wondered who the Guardian would call next and could p

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.