Donquixote Novels & Stories

Francis bows and closes the door. I stood frozen as the man with a strong aura of authority was right in front of me. The person who may seem cold on the outside, but I've seen him smile beneath that poker face expression with a long scar across his right eye. Cornelius Von Rozen. One of the four powerful dukes of Withhold. Four dukes serve and protect the kingdom. The Von Cornelius decorative war hero is also called the Black Knight. He was ruthless against his enemies and never showed any mercy. You must run whenever enemies see a knight in black armor, with his large black blade and riding a black horse.

Kayson smiled. “I certainly wouldn’t sit around since you want to kill me. “It’s just that the more I interact with and understand the legendary Admiralporium, the more disappointed I am.” Aquilo was disdainful. “The name of Admiralporium isn’t someone insignificant like you can blaspheme. You shall die now!” Aquilo let out a low cry, circulating and releasing his energy to form a strong punch targeted at Kayson.

does not understand anything about his students, perhaps that's why his two students became youkai. Dragón de Hierro, the God of Metal, looked at León de Fuego, the God of Fire, who was frowning, he wondered endlessly, he was in the middle of the desert shaking his head incessantly, and then sadly asked: "Don't you have a way to solve this problem?"

Suzy answered. "Lucindo D Aboville. The french warlock, Marshall the great killed in the year 1273." "Well, looks like you came from a lineage of psychos. But how do we take the madman down?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm afraid he is unstoppable." Bastiana's chest rose and fell with rapid breath. "What do you mean by unstoppable?" Suzy crushed her lollipop and furrowed her brows. "He is a thousand years old and he is a lot more stronger since the ancestors are with him. He doesn't back down from revenge and he will do nothing till he achieves this purpose. He is dangerously evil." Bastiana said with widening eyes that depicted terror.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

It gave her a splitting headache. At this time, a gentle and worried voice asked, “Dora are you awake?” Dora was shocked to see a handsome man walked in. He had a pair of blue eyes and looked foreign, but he had featured that seemed to imply that he was biracial. “You are?” Dora asked, confused. She couldn’t have possibly met this person before, right? Why did he seem so Unfamiliar? “it’s me, Doflamingo, You actually forgotten about me?” Doflamingo sighed. “You?” Dora was at a loss, the elder from before had told her that her lover was this Doflamingo that stood before her. However, that did not seem to be the case. She was pretty sure that the person she liked was called Joshua. She could

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

Don't forget his trusted knife. He bent down and checked my pulse to see if I was alive. He said in a very calm tone, "I told you we would play a game, princess. Now, I don't get to have any fun here, you do. You run and I count to hundred." He slung the quiver over his shoulder. He strapped the gun to his waist, hauled the other stuff into a bag and held the bow. "Then, I'll seek you. Ready, princess?" There was no use begging him for mercy and I knew(firsthand) that he was dead inside.

“Because you’re stepping into something that will swallow you whole. This whole thing that you think you’re doing good for yourself, you are not. You are going to end up harming yourself more than you know.” Her brows drew together. “What are you talking about?” “There’s a man,” I said. “A wolf who goes by Lorenzo. At least, that was the last name I was given. He came to ‘help’ me once. Said he wanted to guide wolves like me, those pushed from their packs, those wrongfully named traitors.” I scoffed. “Turned out he was the real traitor.” Her breath hitched. “Lorenzo… D’Amaris?”