Guoba Standing Up Novels & Stories

Kumba calls my name, his voice is closer now, more gentle. He studies my face for a second, like he is trying to read something, trying to understand what’s going on inside my head. “Come on,” he says quietly. “Let’s go.” I just nod and walk behind him. He opens the door for me and I hesitate for a second before getting in. As I lower myself into the seat, something catches my eye from across the street. My eyes lock onto those familiar eyes, because standing just a few meters away are two people I never expected to see again, at least not this soon. Kerubo and moraa, they are standing near the entrance of another building, talking to someone.

And Maya stood alone in the middle of a yard full of people trying to get off their knees without looking at her, and understood, in a slow cold wave, that she had just won and that there was nothing whatsoever good about it. Then Wilder's head turned. "Maya." "Don't. Please. Not right now, I can't—" "Maya." She looked where he was looking. Past the trucks, past the six blankets, up at the far end of the lot where the chain fence sagged, somebody was standing. Not kneeling. Not staggering. Not holding onto anything. Just standing there in the grey morning with their hands in their pockets, a hundred and forty feet from a thing that had just put twenty-nine elders face-down in the mud, watchi

The next moment, a handsome male cultivator floated out with his hands clasped behind his back. The moment this male cultivator appeared, he gave people a feeling as vast as the moon, as pure as if there was no impurities. "Ha, you should be ranked third obediently, but why do you come here to make trouble for yourself?" Mo Buyu snorted. He raised his giant axe with one hand and pointed it at his opponent.

I watch as Lincoln stands with Toby next to him, at the front of the pack, which has now grown to over 300 with more still coming. I jump a little and return my attention back to the rogues that are standing rather close to the cage. I wince a little as one of the few waves of what's left of my heat passes through me. A couple of the rogues move even closer and as the wave that just went through me hits them, they growl really low and move to the door. One reaches up and tries to open the door. I sigh and relax a little as the door doesn't open and I remember that Toby had locked it behind him.

‍ I t⁠hrew my arm up to shi‍eld my eyes. "DO NOT MOVE!" a voice boomed from the top of‌ the⁠ trash pil​e. It was ampl‍ified by a megapho‍n​e. I squinted agains​t the⁠ glare‍. I saw silhouettes standing‍ atop the barr​icade. Dozens of them. They held crossbows, pipes⁠, a‍nd makeshift spears. "You are entering t​he Kingdom of the Mole," the vo‍ice shr⁠ie‌ked. "Identi​fy!"

This was obviously a place much frequented by the Goblins. They were in agreement that it had to be investigated. They climbed the wall, Garath slowly peering over the top edge when he reached it. He pulled himself up and moved aside, staying low as Torila joined him. Lying low to the ground, they stared at the plateau ahead of them. There was a vast cave in the mountainside that rose on the far side. Dozens of Goblins milled about, all armed. Torila suppressed a gasp when she saw a Troll near the cave opening.

"You've been wearing a zombie face all day. It must be quite amusing when you smile." Misoup: "...Amusing my foot!" Mitbahl: "Alright! It's settled!" Diana: ?!? Are you seriously selling people like this? Watching the chaotic scene, Diana touched her forehead lightly. "Just wait, I..." "Wow, what a scene~" A lazy voice suddenly interrupted her. Diana turned and saw Godber standing at the door in a white shirt, one hand in his black casual pants, a faint smile on his handsome face. Seeing him, everyone on Diana's side tensed up instantly.

the one who stood in the middle replied. “You guys can leave; you’ve done an excellent job,” Derren said as he got up from his seat. “Thank you, sir,” the three guys replied in unison and walked away. Gabriella walked over to the girls backs and used her claws to cut up the ropes. She helped them up, and they both hugged her. As they released each other from the hug, Gariella smiled at them. “I’m sorry we had to reunite this way, but I need your help. There’s some information I need that I think you guys might have,” Gabriella said.

Coming into the clearing of the compound, I spotted a few men and women training. Standing in the middle with a group of men, Gabriel seemed to be speaking. The sudden sound of Mrs Knoll shouting her son's name, had Gabriel snapping his head with a small frown. As his eyes settled on me, I watched his face turn into shock before his eyes shone a bright silver.