La Guerrera Capitulo 37 Novels & Stories

said Hugo, both of them was being careful with their every move, their were bears and mountain lions in forests too but they didn't possessed threat like barbarians, Hugo had fought Barbarians in many battles he knows their tactic, for Hugo Barbarians were not smart they was just animals. It wasn't much late when Hugo saw some curiosity arising in Athen's facial expression, "What's wrong" asked Hugo looking at Athen, "I wanted to know about the patch of yours and that scar on your arm" said Athen quietly as if he was struggling to decide whether to ask or not, Hugo laughed pointing at his eye patch he said "It's embarassing but I hurted myself, I tripped and hurted the left eye with my sword

The other animals stopped running; their confidence boosted as they joined in the fight. It seemed their power couldn’t match mine any longer. Suddenly, the loud sound of gunfire echoed through the lonely bush. A deep scream erupted...it was a voice I knew all too well. It was the voice of my best friend, the one who had always protected me since I first became aware of my existence. “Valera, save me…” he spoke in a language only I could understand. I turned my head and ran toward the direction of his voice. I saw my friend lying in a pool of his own blood.

They stared at her then on the captain then back on her. "What the hell are you talking about?" He barked. His voice rised. Serra stared at him for a moment, studying his very soul. She remembered him the day during the Reaper attack. The words he said to her and her mother still lingers on her. But Serra tried to forget it now. As much as she hate the captain, the love for her village dominates in her heart. "I could heal you." Serra flicked her hand and a golden flame, bright and powerful, burns in it. The sword on her other hand hummed in energy, feeding on the power the flame radiates.

LORD OF THE UNDERGORUND SOCIETY CHAPTER 73 [Same face, but with a different persona] It was after four in the afternoon in Belize, yet the agitation on Gerry’s bloodstreams seems like it couldn’t wait much longer. The Marlboro he lighted in a fewer seconds a moment ago was already left discarded, ashes fell on the floor, it was in an attempt to appease how nerve wracking he was onset with the mere thought of that gun being pointed at his head. He wasn’t usually a bum, no fear coated eyes, but to face Pablo Garcia, the gantillo [ the gun’s trigger] he hold never had given Gerry an assurance that he would sprawled dead on the floor. His threat he meant to commit, if given by chances to do so

the captain said, his voice trembling. Closer now, the chanting rose, a wave of sound that shook the ground itself. “Guerrero Valanti! Guerrero Valanti! All hail Guerrero Valanti!” The cries echoed off walls and rooftops, reverberating through the city. The earth quaked beneath their feet. Lucia stepped back, clutching the railing. “Oh no… he survived,” she whispered. “This… this cannot be real.” She turned to her soldiers. “Arm yourselves! Prepare! He must not enter the gates!”

Chyrill down her looks to stay away from Sergeant Herrera, she can't longer take a look again at Sergeant Herrera's eyes, she needs to control her feelings too, she doesnt want to be in love much more to this man, she feels afraid if being hurt again. It was midnight when they decided to go inside of the room Sergeant Herrera was deeply asleep as of this moment, she decided to go outside of the penthouse and take a walk on a sea shore, she just wanted to refresh her mind of all the things that is happening right now, she had learned to live a life without him, but all of the sudden there he was coming back and alive. She can't imagine that Sergeant Herrera lost his leg maybe, he fought in th