Diary Of An 8 Bit Warrior Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

“This is a story told amongst many children and I was the most excited to always hear them time and again when my papa and the chief of our village told us the story.” I said to my twelve-year old daughter, Denise as I saw the familiar smile. I noticed it as the same spark in her eyes; the same one I usually had when my Pappy was about to tell his usual werewolf stories. “This is a story about nobility, courage, passion and love.” It got her heart racing.

“Let’s go!” Jade was careful not to step on the small pool of blood surrounding the corpse on the floor. She averted her eyes, still shocked. That was the first time she had seen someone kill in cold blood. It wasn’t a pretty sight. “Faster!” Mei hissed. Moving faster, Jade followed Mei out of the cell and into an empty hallway. As they reached the end of the hallway, Mei raised her hand in a stopping motion. Jade noticed that Mei’s fingernails seemed longer than she remembered—in fact, they didn’t look like a normal human’s fingernails. Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat.

I'm familiar with the darkness only for I never have been in the light of love or peace or happiness. Waniya was lying in her bed on her stomach, her diary was opened in front of her and she was reading what she had written three years ago with a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes. How long she had come! Life wasn't as shit as it used to be! Infact, now, she felt like living and dreaming. Past should remain in the past. She thought to herself and closed the diary. Taking her phone from the night stand, she posted a selfie on her i***a account named @cheeruplikewaniya.

When the battle is over, you're supposed to return home, and life slowly drifts back into a normal, mundane routine. No more fighting. No more bloodshed. No more death. That was supposed to be normal. At least for normal people that would be normal. However, Rhychard Bartlett, Warrior of the Way, understood that he could no longer be considered a normal person. That life ended four months ago. Now, his normal consisted of faeries and gnomes and demons and dark elves, some fighting alongside him, some fighting against him. His normal would blow most people's minds.

I think I’d make one hell of a bodyguard for some rich human and could draw in so much money that it wouldn’t matter what hierarchy a pack has, money talks their hierarchy is bullshit. After my run I headed to the Canteen and ate breakfast, then headed to the obstacle course and ran it twice. Then I joined a few warriors on patrol. Stanley and Oscar were friendly, though both seemed somewhat reserved around me. “Are you scared I may tell the Alpha what you say?” Oscar chuckled, “no, not at all, I’ve been part of this pack for years, I’m an elite not a normal warrior.” I nodded, “so what is with the elite warriors, what makes you so special?”

Diary, the feeling was heaven and I wanted to cry tears of joy but I better hold it. He held the shaft as he rubbed my piss slit with his thumb. God, I let out a groan, my whole body was raging with fire. I grabbed his cock urgently he continued to massage mine, and ran my hand on it for the first time. His dick was about 8 inches long and really thick. I didn't think a 18 year old could have a dick that big. Perhaps he used cock enlargement pills. But pills or not, I don't want to hear it. I repeated the motions he was doing nonstop until I began to cry for real.

"Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!" I close the diary and take a sip of my coffee, smiling to myself. I know I'm probably the only person in the world who would find this kind of thing exciting, but that's okay. I've always been a little different, a little wild. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

They had gotten many than the last time I was here, and their attack harsh but it wasn't something I wasn't prepared for. Yes at firsts they felt confident to face and win me, but when they saw how quickly their comrades die, they became confused and their confusion led me to much greater victory. Soon, more than thirty dead rogue wolf laid before me and I was bloody, not because I was injured but because I was covered with their. I was able to sneak back in, pulling my clothes and getting rid of it. Once I had gotten rid of it, I went to the bathroom, only then did Roman returned, looking all exhausted.

He says to me "You did it just fine." "I'm amazing. Everything I do is perfect so it doesn't count." He says with a wide grin. He actually is amazing. He works extremely hard to be a good warlock. It's getting late so we decide to pack up and head back home.

I clarified. "Wait—what are you trying to say?" I didn't know how to put it in a way that does not offend her, hence I just stayed quiet about it and just described to her what the specific contents of the book may entail. Thankfully, she obliged without a word. After relentless scouring and searching, we eventually stumbled upon one that met my criteria. It was a journal—a journal authored by a former warrior of the Great Rift. "Are you sure this is what you're looking for? Not a textbook?"