Donquixote Novels & Stories

Dufin shouted in pain. “You worthless, arrogant whore! I’ll kill you!” Nathan stomped his feet on Mr. Dufin’s mouth angrily, and his front tooth loosened. Natsuki then sliced his shirt open with his dagger, revealing a very huge tattoo from his chest to his stomach. A black snake with green eyes swirling on a sword. Exactly as what Olive showed to them. Coleb gasp. He never knew that his most trusted secretary was a part of the Quislings. “Shit-“

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather. I smile and introduce myself in a proper way, “well, I am Issa. Nice to meet you. Yeah I thought rain hasn’t stop somewhere there, over my way I saw people wearing raincoats yet it’s already stopped here” nice catch. It’s a good chit-chat about the weather. “What’s your name? I asked again “Oh, just call me Vincent. I am from Economics” he smiled while introducing himself. I saw what he ordered on the table: a coffee and french fries. Well, I really don’t know what to say again this time.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

I rushed to get his order, while ignoring Millie giving me the evil eye. I placed a steaming mug of coffee before him. "What else can I get you, Don?" "Nothing." He said, "And its Mariano." "Huh? Mario Cart?” A flash of extreme annoyance on his face. "Mariano. My name is Mariano, Isabelle." I shivered. The way my name rolled off of his tongue was a sin. Oh God. Jesus Christ, Izzy. Calm your boobies. "Your name isn't Don?" I asked stupidly.

“I don’t even know his surname! I only know that he’s the Supreme Warrior and was called ‘Dragon of Cathysia’! “Now that everyone has retired from the army, our chances of seeing the Supreme Warrior slimmed down significantly. He seems to have retired into the forest and became a dragon slumbering in private. Since he doesn’t like to be disturbed, then let him be!” Quin spoke before a sigh escaped his lips. “My only wish is that I want to see what the Supreme Warrior looks like, just once. My life would be complete if I do. Alas, I’ve never seen him, let alone see his actual face. This is my only regret.”

Luz’s amber gaze flickered to the cathedral floor beneath them, where he knew they crypts lay. Memories of Luz’s time in the Santo’s order surfaced– image of corrompido prisoners being led through the streets in chains, their cries echoing off stone walls. “Thousands in Dourado,” he repeated quietly, his voice carrying a note of grim understanding. “I admit, when I started this, I was angry. I wanted vengeance. I wanted to crush the Santo’s order,” Mestre Escuro said harshly. “But my true enemy remains out of reach. Estrela Astuta, the leader of the Santo’s knight, the founder of the order.” Luz’s amber eyes flashed with recognition at the name Estrela Astuta. The founder of the Santo’s orde

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

“Seat—NO SPRINGS IN HER ASS. He snorts,“Seat springs? Really? Qué dramático (How dramatic).” I step closer, voice gravelly and low, “Dru’s been through enough drama for ten lifetimes. You wanna be her knight? Start with the damn steed.” I pause, softening my tone, “And… replace that Santo Niño de Atocha medal on the handlebars. I don’t want God distracted when you’re driving." Dragon raises an eyebrow, “The saint’s kept me alive this long. Es un milagro (It’s a miracle) I survived you,” then grinning, “Entiendo (I understand). Fix the bike, keep the saints focused. You got it.”