Gunther The Ring General Novels & Stories

Tearing my eyes away from its own, I noticed that its body was covered in scars and wounds that, by all means should have killed it, and yet, here it was, three heads taller than the tallest creature with us who was Leon. At least I don’t recognize him. But despite what I thought, I couldn’t stop feeling sorry for him. This could have been someone I met or spoke to. He would have been someone who would have stood by my side against an Orc or even a Shrieker, assuming he wasn’t one of those pure-breed fanatics. A thought crept into my mind and left me momentarily paralyzed. If General Gunther, one of the most powerful of my kind was one of the shriekers that was howling, would any of us live

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

Gunther was the smallest of the three, but still at least six foot four. "Gunther, you worry too much. Cathy's fine. She's not like the other Queens. She's immortal, remember?" The next said, his eyes landing on her. "Ah. That is a problem, however." Catherine gasped as soon as she locked eyes with him, surprise coursing through her body. One golden eye, the other a soft purple. She half wondered if it was a trick of the light until Gunther walked closer to him. Unlike the first two, he had long black hair and a slim figure, though she could tell he was still fit. Gunther's and Silas's clothes could not be any more different, though. Gunther wore an open vest-type shirt with pants that billo

Many things set the Menhits apart from others, but their super speed and strength were the most prominent. “They won't be for long.” He pulled a small box from his pocket and handed it to Nyla. She opened it and found a thin gold band nestled in its fold. “Put it on. You are forbidden from removing it; that’s an order.” In her peripheral vision, she saw the General’s eyes widen as she removed her bandages to expose her crooked fingers that were wrapped in thick scar tissue. The ring had to twist and turn over her flesh before it settled on her bent ring finger.

"You've finally decided to turn your phone back on, Callan. I assume you're back with your family; is everyone doing okay?" Gunthar's booming voice came through the line. Each word sounded like a battle cry, warming my heart. "There's a little trouble at home, General, but I can handle it." I swallowed hard, fighting back the crack in my voice. The last thing I wanted was to bring my negative emotions back to the unit. But Gunthar was a veteran of a thousand battles. He caught the strain in my voice, and his tone turned deadly serious. "Stay put. I'm coming to HC myself. It's high time the Sentinel's Edge plaque you earned sees the light of day."

“You, come with me.” They walked into Bram’s clinic, where nurses were still tending to the wounded. Bram motioned to a chair. “Sit.” He leaned against the edge of a table, arms crossed. “Victoria’s claimed by Jay. I didn’t see a problem with that. How long ago did you promise her?” Gunther exhaled heavily. “Years ago, we were attacked. I had a son… lost him. Later, with my second wife, I had Victoria. I promised her to the alpha’s son who attacked us, to make peace. I didn’t have a choice.”

He tightens his legs until there is a loud cracking sound of Gunther's neck breaking. Gunther suddenly stops fidgeting as his body lies lifeless before Brandon. "You will never touch my sister or any other girl ever again, you disgusting pig. Mark my words, you and all your generation are doomed. I'll make sure your lineage becomes extinct for the rest of time. Fucking pig." Brandon says as he kicks Gunther's body, spitting at him, and then scooches back toward the poll as he takes in a much-needed breath.

Gunter said with a smile, “If you can kill the God of War, the five strongest nations will label you a hero. Kill the God of War? The thought had crossed Gunter’s mind before. Nevertheless, he had to put that thought aside after the war between the five strongest nations and Arcadia. Those who never experienced the war would never comprehend the terrifying power of that man. A rattled bustle, coupled with whimpers and cries, echoed from outside the lounge. Gunter frowned, feeling his good mood lifted. “Are the Hornbergs back here stirring a fuss again? Tell them to leave!” Gunter instructed his henchman who barged into the room. The henchman was a steward Gunter brought from Glowmoss, and he

Zelena. Gunner stood deathly still, staring at his best friend’s body. He slowly turned back to me with the question in his eyes; Is he okay? I shook my head as a sob broke out of my mouth. Tears fell down my cheeks and I relaxed into Tobias’s hold, letting him hold me up. Gunner roared into the air and threw Galterio across the small space. Galterio’s back hit hard against a tree, and he fell to the ground. Even with the effects of the darkness slowing him down, Galterio was still quicker on his feet than the rest of us. He jumped back up and charged towards Gunner. I noticed it before Gunner did, and raised the shield, making Galterio run face first into the invisible wall. I pushed Tobias

I explain, my voice a bit hoarse from lack of sleep. Gunther quickly follows instructions this time, without any questions. However, I did not miss how his mouth twitched when I mentioned the oath. In his mind. I'm sure there is a huge conspiracy theory. I have decided to share my encounter with my beta, Gunther, and Zack, the leader of the construction workers, without mentioning Nyaminyami's name or true nature.