Helm Trail Half Face Novels & Stories

at that moment his world fell apart then suddenly a loud bang came from his sister's room "s-s-she's here" suddenly it was raining hard, he could hear the thunder roaring outside their house and the banging of all the doors inside their home, his sister's screams and shrieks were getting louder and louder. "Mom who's here?" I firmly asked "Helena" the moment his mother said that name they heard a really loud scream He ran to his sister's room and when he opened the door he saw a woman who had liver-spotted skin, decayed gums, wrinkles, pale skin, rotted

A town… people… capital… sigils… things that were… things that will be… everything has changed. The small sorceress stood near the crossroad, leaning on her walking stick. In the distance she could hear riders approaching. She was near the half of her journey. Their pace changed, she could see them. Their leader was in front ridding a black stallion; his armor was different than the others. His face was hidden under a skull-type helmet; she didn't know what type of skull was that. The only thing visible was his lower jaw and his hair, a mane of golden lock that felt almost to his waist.

"But I'm curious, why did you come to pick me up? Don't you have work from Boss Sam?" "Can't I?" Hugo stopped in his tracks right in front of his beloved red motorcycle. "Put on the helmet quickly." "Don't you intend to put the helmet on me yourself?" Hera exclaimed excitedly upon receiving the matching red helmet for the big motorcycle in front of her. Hera knew that this motorcycle was often parked in front of the Twin Dragon's base. Just like Eland's, it was there frequently but rarely used. No one dared to touch it, let alone use it for personal purposes. Except when it was needed, cleaned from the accumulated dust.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

, said Dane. "Yes. But I don't think you regret it", I said. "I like to ruffle your feathers now and then, it makes me hard", he said in a whisper. I pushed him away and watched Herald unconsciously. "Don't worry about him. He is wearing headphones", he said to me. "He is?", I asked in wonder it was difficult to see he had a lot of hair, unlike others who are pristine and clean. But he had this wild untamed hair. He looks like Jason Momoa.

It bears the crest of the kingdom of Gallia. His counterpart wears a steel armor with chinks on multiple areas. There are multiple scratches on his helmet, signifying that this is an enemy with adequate battle experience. He brandishes his halberd with a red scarf affixed on the base of the blade. The man did not wear a helmet. His facial features remind everyone, who has seen him, of a tiger waiting to pounce at an enemy. A sharp bushy eyebrow with eyes below them that seem to melt anything that they gaze. The barren field makes a perfect arena for the two challengers.

Hayley’s POV I think I’ve never screamed this much in my life as Hail drop decided to rip me open. I was clutching Liam’s hand, probably having broken it if it wasn’t for him being a werewolf and what not. My doctor kept yelling me to push while the dumb-witted dad kept telling me to breath. I swear if I wasn’t screaming and gritting my teeth so much, I would lecture them both about how PAIN made breathing and pushing a bit bloody harder.

The dungeon door was thrown open casting bright light in Helena’s eyes. She blinked against the light and brought her head up to see 2 figures whose faces were obscured due to the intensity of the light behind them. Her legs were bound in chains but her hands were free. Robos in his cruelty had left her hands free knowing that she would not be able to do anything with them, they lay broken and partially disfigured beside her. On her forehead sweat formed in beads and ran down her face into the her tunic which was already heavy with sweat.

Straw Hat Pack Dry Ridge, Kentucky Maria ‘Bee’ Shiver pulled her Harley-Davidson Sportster Sportster Seventy-two to an overlook. Taking her helmet off, her long black hair spilled over her back. Dark amber eyes looked over the valley below. “Damn, it is sure pretty here,” Bee said, stretching her arms over her head and turning to BC.