Hu Tao Novels & Stories

They had suddenly become insecure, panicking at the slightest touch. "Welcome great members of the Deadly Fang Pack!" Ryu exclaimed as he approached the corridor. "Great Deadly Fangs," they chanted till his voice came into play. "Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves.".

He confessed,his voice cracking. “Take a look at the one sitted behind you,you birthed identical daughters so you would be able to know who is who. What's her name?”. I pointed my sword at Arla, causing him to turn around slowly. “Shes….Arla the wild one. I have one who we never allowed to see the sky,the one you got married to but she has no Luna mark on her…..here is Arla, she's here to take her position as the Luna of the pack…..she has the Luna mark”.

Hoor was happily looking around , and Arhaan was feeling happy seeing her smiling . They headed back to their place at night after eating dinner .next morning , their plan was to go to TOLI PIR .It was a famous hill top, with green lush land .

I heard him cursed right away as he threw a death glare towards me. "What's happening here?" I froze in my spot when I heard a familiar voice approaching us. "Weakling?" I asked with a frown. He glared and motioned me to shut up. "Froze..." That Supreme Stupid Council mumbled. "Beau..." That weakling guy answered back. So Froze is his name, huh? He glanced at me with his ocean-blue eyes before looking back at Beau. I don't know, but I somehow feel safe. "It's none of your business. We're talking." Beau said irritatedly. My mouth hangs open. This man!

ALVA The vein in Lilika’s temple throbbed as Nikolas introduced me. The look of absolute repulse she sent my way made me shudder but it was a much pleasant experience to the mental daggers that Nikolas's fianceé kept throwing at me. I was a fool to think the theater of disgrace would end there . Nikolas suddenly turned me in the direction of Aphrodite's and began. "Alva, This is Doria."

"So what if it's true? Shen Ju, you've done all kinds of evil. You're going to die today!" Said the Taoist through gritted teeth. In fact, Taoist Lai was very confident, because he was very clear about Bai Lu's strength, and Zhou Tian's strength was super strong, which had already been seen by Taoist Lai. Therefore, he admired Zhou Tian very much and was very confident.

Madchen awakened to bright sunlight, and a familiar voice calling her name. She raised up in the bed, somewhat confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Drago’s arms. Something seemed to be missing, though. Looking down, she noticed her chest tube was gone. The hole where it had been inserted was completely healed, no scar, no evidence of it ever being there. “We have healing powers,” the familiar voice said.

When Zhiruan saw that he was back to his old self after taking off his mask, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then looked at the scattered corpses all over the place and asked, "What now?" "What else can we do? You take this guy with you and let's find a place to freeze him, we can't let him die just yet." "You ...... dead kid! Making me a laborer again!" "Shhh ...... go, someone's coming." **** Daode Tianzun (道德天尊): the founder of Taoism, Taishang Laojun (太上老君).

It was really true that Dana Hamilton was a mother to Clara. Philip looked at the Harriot in the picture, he was smiling without the effort of pain and a wave of bitterness swept through Philip. He felt like losing his mind for a second by lamenting the fact that he had met them again but he knew better than to lose his control. He tucked his phone into his pocket and looked at the painting one more time.

There is something which he is hiding far in the deep sea-green ocean which are his eyeballs, something which he wants to bring to surface but afraid to. "A-are you as pure as the signification of you name?" I tease him, sticking my tongue out. His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "Your name means 'holy man' in Turkish, right?" I bite on my lips, wrapping my hands around his neck. "So, are you one?" He nods slightly, not very convincing. But then he brushes a strand of hair from my face. "No matter what, I will be your holy man." He says softly, tucking the strand behind my ear.