Deku Vigilante Pfp Novels & Stories

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

Momentarily perplexed, he focused on the bold font spelling out his alias, accompanied by a blurry picture of the infamous ranked Duskbringer. "BRAVE NEW HERO, SPECTRAL GUARDIAN MANAGES TO TAKE DOWN THE ELUSIVE INFAMOUS RANKED DUSKBRINGER ALONGSIDE HIS SQUAD!" the screen proclaimed, scrolling across the bottom as the latest bulletin of the day. However, as people passed by, Keagan realized that the screen did not show a clear image of him. He recalled Dante's inquiry about his name, as the media had been seeking it. Unfortunately, they hadn't captured a photograph of him. Nevertheless, a profound sense of accomplishment surged within him as he strolled past the kiosks, hoping someone would r

“Hah! As I thought! And you dare try to scare-” “However, I am one of the members.” At Pularis’s claim, Duncan immediately went silent, as he took out a badge from his pocket. One that had a sigil of a wolf standing on top of a crescent moon, head lifted up and howling, with his name right at the bottom of the badge.

Severino took off the mask and a man with black slicked back hair and dark make-up around his eyes appeared before everyone. “Who are you?” asked Michelangelo. “Who is asking?” replied Vigilante 3. “Answer him, vigilante!” snapped Vicktor. “Vigilante?” the vigilante 3 was shocked. “Who are you calling vigilante?” “Then who are you?” asked Michelangelo. “Why are you dressed like a vigilante?” “Wait! Do you mean the vigilantes we saw on the news, declaring war with SMS? You think I am one of them?” the vigilante was sweating in fear.

Slowly walking over to the front of the stalker watched as the two rivals circle each other staring into the souls. The hero from the heavens look familiar his dark curls fell over his head, a beard of a clean dress cut, acute. But pleasant metal eyes, wearing an gold and Red Army suit, he had a dagger in his hand and a shield in the other with the Utopias symbol of Unity on it. The real symbol is an all gold, base of a circle and three petals that are in the position of a triangle overlapping each other. He stood tall and mighty compared to Zaro who was pale, hunched back and no light in his soul.

The wind swept up his smoky white hair from his forehead and I saw the purple triskelion guardian symbol glowed. Yep, he had leveled up. Oddly, he glanced at me with disappointment. “You are wrong, Kókkino. I do not have you as yet.” He lowered his hands and glanced at the mate mark on my neck. Gold outlined the mark of a red wolf sitting inside a full Sturgeon moon, biting a sword, with a Celtic Dara knot on its forehead and a Claddagh ring crowning her head. Naturally, her side bore Valen's initials, VVW.

I ask, trying not to gasp or squeal. He shakes his head. “No, come on! Not thousands, just a hundred thousand.” Although I don’t refuse to let him take my hand, I want to scold him and how he keeps giving me flashy things. I’m about to say something when I see the K&W SIC engraved on each of the diamond. I look up and my eyes are glassy as I stare at him. He’s made something special for our ‘Smile it’s Christmas’ movement and I love it.

It made her feel something she shouldn't have felt. "As far as the purpose of your life is concerned, you do have a purpose, Kira. You are the Head Warrior of the Blue Orchid pack, more than 4000 werewolves trust you blindly with their lives. Your purpose is to do everything in your power to keep them safe, to prepare for the unthinkable and invisible. We NEED YOU, Kira. Don't forget that.

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.

I was so shocked, my eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. A massive wolf was sitting right there, in D.E.'s chair. Drex Ethan, also known as D.E., is the solo idol I am absolutely crazy about. And I’m the idiot who decided to infiltrate his private makeup room. Alone! I had to face the terrifying fact that my life was now at stake. That huge black wolf could do more than just trigger my fur allergy. It could tear me to pieces right here, today!