Ghidorah X Rodan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Apparently Rodrigar has a skill to duplicate his body into several copies, and this dragon is Rodrigar’s duplicated self. Rodrigar shot me a side glance. “It’s Clairmont. I thought I’ve told you before.” I fluttered my eyes a bit. “Clairmont? As in, Clairmont Rodrigar?” Rodrigar nodded. My God. Clairmont Rodrigar, golden eyes with a slight tinge of red, bronze skin, and a dragon. Why didn’t I think about this before? In the novel there’s only one person who holds the name Clairmont Rodrogar, and he is Rodrigar the halberdier of Chaos.

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Deja vu. Xenia knew it was him. Rodin. He moved to stand in front of Xenia while the brown werewolf stood on shaking legs. Then, without waiting another second, Rodin lunged for the brown werewolf, missing it by a hair as it dodged out of the way. Rodin could easily kill the little werewolf, but it had been a while since his last hunt, and this was actually exciting. Xenia watched from afar momentarily before looking toward her escape. She managed to get to her feet and slowly made her way until, yet again, it became blocked by two werewolves.

One more swerve to the left, Reggy would fall into the abyss. "OI.. help me, Rhodia!" He whimpered, his body slumped to the ground and his eyes closed. Rhodia is confused. She sensed something, yet… she didn't see anything. Whatever creature slammed Reggy down just now is definitely not an ordinary human. “We just wanted to pass!” Rhodia said in despair, she saw Reggy is already groaning in pain. If that figure threw Reggy back, surely her friend would be seriously injured. At that time a tiger appeared, this time the tiger that appeared is smaller than the golden hair tiger, Rhodia could see and realized that this is no ordinary tiger from the look in the eyes that looked at Rhodia with ang

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Then, a huge figure emerged. It was a massive beast, way larger than any wolf I had encountered before. Shockingly, its form seemed twisted, like it was warped. The fur had dark, dried blood. The eyes glowed unnaturally, more like crimson. The growl wasn't ordinary—it wasn’t the regular type. It commanded power by just its presence. “Moon goddess…” I breathed out, stepping back unconsciously. Roderick bared his teeth that instant, his claws extending freely. “An ancient hybrid,” he growled. “One that was corrupted, and later turned into a weapon through a forbidden ritual.”

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

Using my hand to caress the part I couldn't put in my mouth, I let my tongue circle around his venous pole, and when I saw him throw his head back, I continued to wrap my hand around him. "Play your clitoris for me" as I listened, rubbing small circles around the clitoris as I took it deep into my mouth. He stands in front of me now, pushing the limb to my lips before controlling the speed of my head. He left my tongue out whenever he slipped out of my mouth and cursed in the air. Using my finger to get into my narrow hole, Dragon paid tribute to me in Italian. "I'll fling" grabbed my hair in the shape of a ponytail and left me no room to relax my throat, pushing his hip to the back of my th

It was a long metal rod: It was the ‘Light Spear’! Kor’cher held it briefly in his hands and then he placed it on the counter, directly in front of Oswald the Stranger. . . . . . Oswald the Stranger lifted the long metal rod up, holding it by its mid-point up above his head with both hands. The rod was about a meter and a half long. Kor’cher realized now that Oswald was wearing the Excalibur on his right hand.