Ganondorf Novels & Stories

The seam continued up between his brows and then ran a crooked pattern to disappear beneath the hood. They called it a cleft palate but she'd never seen one so bad. The two halves of his face had seemed to shift; the bone structure beneath the flesh, causing his face to sink in slightly, gave him a gorilla–like appearance. He also had no color. He was as white as an albino. His grey eyes were fringed in reddish lashes that looked almost non-existent. His upper lip seemed to have three distinct sections that she couldn't quite understand. He was by far the scariest looking man she'd ever seen.

Fur sprouted from his skin and the bone snapping could be heard from the other side of the field. Grendal was a powerful Druid, a shifter like us, like Aerin had explained to me. Behind Selmor stood a giant bear ready to tear him apart. The orb in Selmor’s hands glowed and Grendal attacked, before Selmor had even the opportunity to use his last resort.

Jordan asked. “My opinion doesn’t matter. The important things, is I’ve come up with a new idea.” Gwen smiled, a bone chilling smile. If someone else was here, they would be very surprised. Why would such a beautiful woman have a smile as scary an villainous like that? Jordan approached her carefully “What it is?” Gwen’s smile grew wider and wider. Locsin seemed to be rather good Pawn. ..... In a luxurious room of the Donquite family... Ronald Donquite slapped Doflamingo straight across the face. “You bastard! He’s my father and also your Grandfather!”

But wait, what does Gold Paladin mean in their ranks? A man with short auburn hair, ears and tail of a lion, and tanned skin stepped forward as Sir Rupert moved away. "Sir Lakovan Dorand, Millennium Glory of Nervas Army." He took my hand, dipped his head low, and brushed his lips on the back of my hand. He brought himself upright and stared down at me with his sharp amber eyes. "Pleased to meet you, young lady." He seemed to be the oldest among the three, probably a bit older than Sir Bern, shown by a few wrinkles on his face.

"Didn't that seven year old then become your best friend?" "Yeah. Three weeks' after you shouting at him, he actually introduced himself to me. His name was Luca but he left the pack when he was seventeen after he found his mate. I don't know where he is these days," I sighed. I was happy that Luca was living happily somewhere and that he had his mate, he managed to get out before the destruction was upon us. "He's part of Darkness. He's a guard for Alpha James," Link replied and just like that I wasn't so happy that he was alive. "Luca Cooper, right?"

“I really, really hope that you can be something like my fellow Halflings’ familiars.” Matilda told me that among the three Halflings who already got their familiars, Damon has the strongest. Apparently, Damon has the Hydria also known as a water and forest dragon with three heads – it has a great generative ability that if anyone cuts off its head, it will grow in a matter of seconds with twice the number of the original heads. Damn! Just thinking about him having that advantage boils my blood.

A week went by and my mum didn't bring up the subject, everything was normal, as it should be, my mum worked two jobs to support us, Luke helped me with the housework and took care of Bianca on the days I went hunting and to fight, it was hard to have a secret life my mother didn't know about these underground fights I got into, but that extra money was always very helpful, tonight I would earn 50 coins if I defeated a burly girl that everyone called "The wall ", I get ready as soon as she leaves for her second job, I throw my backpack on my back and pass all the instructions to my middle brother, Bianca complains about being alone with Luke but I ignore the complaints and go out the door, o

Viggo muttered. As Viggo tried to stand, Gandalf's imposing figure loomed over him. The lycan's eyes bore into Viggo's, a sinister smile tugging at the corner of his lips. With a swift movement, Gandalf raised his massive paw and brought it down, striking Viggo with a force that sent him crashing back to the ground.

He stands before the cave's entrance, ready to face the guardian with the support of his loyal friends. Inside the cavern, they encounter the phoenix, its feathers ablaze with brilliant hues of orange and gold. It unleashes waves of searing flames, testing their agility and teamwork. Amelia uses her magic to create protective barriers, while Aphelion swifts through the air, striking with calculated precision. Fenrir taps into the power of the Moonstone, using its energy to enhance his strength and agility.

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”