روايات وقصص ضمن Guin Saga

But who thought that he will find him with Shanaya? He's trying to find Chinu, using every possible way. In the afternoon, his people inform him that they found a serial killer or psychopath who is killing children. And they also found a few children with him. Mahendra gets too scared due to this news. But he comforted himself by saying that this is happening in another city. But who thought that in those photos of children, he will find his Chinu? He fainted due to this, but soon he gained consciousness and found more information. Thankfully the god pitied him and his Chinu is alright. And when he knows about the people who save him, he gets very surprised.

Night King “My scouts just reported in, your majesty,” Grizzle murmured from where they were overlooking the only entrance into the Rogue King’s fortress. Grizzle’s men went left while the Night King’s went right, trying to locate and scents that might lead to a secret entrance. The Night King already knew there was only one way in and out of the old mine, since he was the one slipped it’s location to the Rogue King initially.

“Well… I mean… people talk.” Paulo didn’t respond. Lewis crosses his arms defensively. “I swear, I didn’t know it was him.” Before Paulo could reply, another man walks in and stops at the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and moves with quiet confidence. “Paulo,” the man said. Paulo turns toward him. “What?” “Madam Stygian is awake,” the man answered. Paulo’s expression changes slightly. “That's good news,” he said to the man.

They clung to each other, sobbing—a scene so touching it could move anyone to tears. I stared coldly at the jeweled circlet on his head, flashing arrogantly in the firelight. My own hair, before I died, had been tied back with nothing but a frayed leather cord—some drunken client's careless afterthought. I listened as Matthew, in that clear, sweet voice of his, spun a story so perfect it was seamless. "Father, forgive me—I've been so unfilial. I wasn't lost that night. I was taken—kidnapped by slavers.

Family. It was the second week. Benjamin came out of the washroom after taking a refreshing bath. He was rubbing his head with a towel thinking about the weird behaviour of Noah Gabriel. He was a casanova in his own style. Openly BI. Girls boys. Anyone. He would just have to raise his eyebrow and would be flooded with bodies.

The action caused her to lick her lips and reach out to Guin. “Come to me Guinnie. I want you to sit on my face and let me taste you.” Guin turned to face Saraid, desire in her eyes, as she gently pushed Saraid back and mounted the bed above her. Saraid ran her fingers along the folds, taking in their slick and rosy appearance. She licked her lips again before she thrust her tongue between the folds and ran it up and along the part, with quick long strokes. She felt a pair of cold hands parting her thighs as Guin gyrated her hips above her, driving her tongue into her center before circling its way back to her clit.

he murmured, and the sect found themselves trapped, bewildered by forces they could neither see nor anticipate. When the Guxani attempted to resist, they were met not with chaos but with precise, disabling maneuvers. Cedric’s reputation as Grimm, a figure spoken of in hushed tones across continents, was proven true. None of the sect members survived the confrontation, yet not a drop of unnecessary blood tainted the valley. By the time the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, the threat was extinguished. The Guxani were no more, their remnants scattered and neutralized.

The attendants and blood slaves were busy clearing the table of the maps that he had looked over with the captain just before setting sail and placing a decanter of red wine and glasses in their place. Meguitte poured the wine, taking a sip and grimacing. “We have become a race of drunks filling our stomachs with wine in an effort to fool it into thinking that we have fed,” she said as she drew a pouch out of her pocket and placed it onto the glossy surface of the table. Someone had inlaid this table with contrasting grains of wood in a geometric pattern of the Gulgane runes – not too dissimilar to the tattoo in his skin, he thought as he took his goblet. “You have your own blood slave on bo

I said through clenched teeth. The heat rose again. My vision flashed white. I shut my eyes tight, but the light stayed. I felt pressure in my head, like something trying to break free. The whispers grew louder. You cannot run from it. You were born for this. You are the key. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Stop.” Kael reached for my hands. “What is happening?” “I hear voices.” His jaw tightened. “What do they say?” I swallowed hard, trying to speak past the tremors. “They keep calling me Silverbane.”