روايات وقصص ضمن Donquixote

I gripped the leather reins tightly, refusing to let the weakness show on my face. "Luna! Watch your flank!" a warrior shouted from the melee. Through the chaotic fog of dust and blood, a Southern centurion mounted on a panicked white warhorse charged directly toward me. His heavy silver pike was leveled straight at my chest, the tip gleaming with a residual light-ward. He was shouting a frantic prayer to the High Inquisitor, his eyes wide with a manic mixture of religious fanaticism and sheer desperation. He thought he could slay the abomination and save his kingdom.

They didn’t shout, didn’t warn, just raised their shock rifles. Abigail skidded to a halt. Samuel clenched his fists. And then… silence. The guards stepped aside. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, his voice gravelly but calm. “You don’t run well enough to survive long here.” Abigail’s eyes narrowed. “And you are?” He stepped forward, his face lined with age and scars, eyes sharp as blades. “Iyabo. Some call me a fool. Others call me the last man who remembers freedom.”

Alejandro The mist thickens around me, swirling in shapes both familiar and impossible. Faces. Shadows. Echoes of the past. I grip my arms, trying to anchor myself in the reality of the falls, but the illusions are relentless. The ancient warrior watches silently, a figure as immovable as the mountains themselves. His eyes are piercing, yet patient. “Fear is a predator,” he says. “It thrives in denial. It feeds on hesitation. Face it, Alejandro Bloodfang, or it will devour you whole.”

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

It was beautiful. "Right. Sorry about that." He muttered sheepishly and opened my drawer to collect his silver gun. It was a lot bigger than mine and it also felt a lot heavier. He tugged into the back of his pants. "Don't worry about it, you were..." I trailed off speechless while shaking my head. I had no words. "Don't forget to lock the door." Dominic said sternly and grabbed my cheeks with one hand to place a rough kiss on my lips. I could taste myself on him and I moaned against his mouth.

"I'll rip their throats out with my bare teeth." Suddenly, a voice amplified by magic boomed across the valley. It came from the mouth of a nearby cave—the entrance to the old mines. "White Queen!" A man stepped out. He was dressed in the gold-and-white robes of a High Inquisitor of the Council. He held a staff topped with a jagged piece of moonstone. Beside him, dragged by two silver-clad mercenaries, was Maya. She was beaten. Her silver braids were matted with blood, and her honey eyes were swollen shut. But even as she hung limply between the soldiers, I saw her lips move. She was whispering a prayer. Or maybe she was telling us to run.

She read each word with utmost clarity, afraid that it might be a hallucination caused by her exhaustion. In the center of the beam, the figure of a handsome and upright man appeared, dressed in white robes brighter than snow, with gentle features and a long sword hanging at his waist. He was surrounded by the unique, cool immortal aura of Ethereal Lumin Hold. It was her senior brother, Vicente.

Ten down. I went down on my knees and coughed up blood. I rolled onto my back, breathing hard. This was it. This was the end. I’d fought until the very end and I’d taken each and every one of them down. The man wasn’t burning anymore and he knelt next to me. “You’re not dying today, Levi,” he said and smiled. I looked into his blue eyes but I didn’t know his face. I never forgot anything but this man clearly knew me. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind his name came to me. Kiran Sinclair.

The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully.

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.