Echi Mga Nobela at Kwento

There were faces on each beside a weird symbol that corresponds to its value. “The bills with the face of a king are called Zíhát while those with the face of a queen are called Wievta. Another is the Thiánden. One Zíhát is equal to ten Wievta and one Wievta is equal to five Thiánden.” She remembered Margarette instructing her. All of the citizens under the rule of the elves use it. There are also different names for money for every particular independent creature in Lenriad. Goblins, for one, have Guûrniett while the Dwarves have Mæviς.

The mystique power shot past Yik and dissipated behind him, leaving nothing but rumbling sounds. "Amazing!" Logan regarded Yik with intrigue. "The lord of Wolfort City gifted me this Cambrian Python. It can cleave anything and everything in the universe. Godtools have souls, and the soul of this Godtool is a mystique beast known as Cambrian Fish that can use water-type moves. Chrysopoeia Graders will be weakened against this. Armed with this Godtool and above this vast ocean, I have the advantage. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

"The ancestral liquor in this sector is brewed with wolfsbane extracts to test a bloodline’s resilience, Chika," Lucien muttered, his knuckles turning white against the armrest of his transport chair as the banquet hall cleared out. "My uncles are intentionally pressing the glasses to see if my system can still filter the toxicity. If your core isn't built for heavy tactical sedation, you need to return to the barracks immediately."

From the look in her eyes, Echi wondered if she was thinking of running as he approached. Echi drew closer, stretching his legs as he increased his strides. His hands were drawn out wide, searching for his beloved, but suddenly, he stopped dead, like a torrent wind sent on a wrong journey. He squinted to look at the black water that was poured on his chest, the water that Isiewu poured on him.

“Can’t we attack? Are the people of Ndiocha that strong?” “You don’t understand Erima.” Nneka stood up. She had collected the cup again “Everyone goes to battle with the hope of surviving. But have you ever faced an opponent who has nothing to live for? Who death is the only gift he wants? They are not just barbarians and flesh eaters. It is said that their king rides an ancient beast. A beast that spits fire from its breath. Some call it Ekwensu, others call it Okummuo. But its real name is Leviathan, the beast that must not be named.”

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Seeing it, He touches his tattoo and a green Ribo which looks like a vicious living skeleton with a British noble robe coming out from his tattoo. “Kolonel ready to fight! Let”s beat that thing hand to hand!” He said. "Finally I can summon my Ribo!" Herman said in his mind. “Yes sir!” Herman replied. Kolonel goes back entering Herman’s tattoo. Herman starts scratching Kiki 3X and this time Kiki feels pain. Herman then hits Kiki”s epigastrium. “Teknik Jitu! 5 Bintang (Ultimate Technique: 5 Stars)” Herman explained pressing Kiki”s epigastrium with his 5 fingers while shooting his nails consecutively that Kiki flies to the air and falls to the ground.

Chelsea grinned . " So a tortorantula, huh?" finally stopped sniggering , Ron asked Chelsea as he nursed the bump . He looked just as bad , his entire right eye was swollen and the left one had turned black . There were scratches, not small scratches but huge the size of a borewell pipe . " Yeah , what about you ?" asked Chelsea " A four arm ape , you know Tetrabrachipe , Now I wished I didn't move on the second stage " winced Ron as he applied a yellow sticky paste that smelled strongly of grape wine on his black eye .

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