League Of Legends Zaun นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Axel’s POV Watching Nova in pain was driving me and my wolf crazy. But when she was done shifting I was in awe she was the color of the whitest of winters with only a crescent moon in black on her chest. When I finally saw her look me in the eye I felt something snap. It was like a rubber band on a wrist. “Mate” we said simultaneously in the mind link. I wanted to mark her right there right now but our wolfs were already pouncing around getting to know one another ,so I mind linked nova “I’m glad you are my mate” “ me to” is all she replied with we left the mind link open so we can both laugh at our wolfs antics. I don’t even know her wolfs name.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

Even more dangerous events were about to unfold. "Mork, take Zayn, Gina, and the other disciples and prepare to fly to Purple Star. I'll go first to see if I can stop Travis," Wren said, snapping out of his shock over Chase producing his 11th Divine Vein. He realized he had more important matters to attend to. "Yes, sir!" Mork and the two Light Divine Holy Land prodigies that Wren valued most, Zayn and Gina, responded. Zayn, known as the swordsman, was a stage-two major martial god who excelled in the Light Deity Sword Technique. Because of his swordsmanship, he was particularly interested in the Sky Light Holy Sword.

My legs are very weak and I have to cling to a dark wooden cabinet on which are several bottles of JB, causing them to stagger. -I was always there for you, Lailah. -I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to know anything else. I want to go home. I want ...- And I'm not going to let that Azael get you in trouble. I'm going to use you to bring him here, and I plan to finish him off with my own hands. I will protect you. It's the last thing I get to hear before everything goes black. AZAEL

Athena clap again and shake Zayne's shoulder a bit. "Whoa, princess, calm down, will ya. I know your favorite cousin just hit the point, but that's because his father trains him well." he caresses her hair gently. It's been his habits of caring and touching her with gentle. However, his action makes certain someone's eyes turn sore by just looking at it. Zenith is the youngest elite squad in Lee base at the Imperial City. He indeed follows his father's step. He also the only one heir for Lee Zhing and Jack. Thus, he's more closed to Athena. Since Athena is the youngest between the triplet.

Another male speaker takes over the stage. The audience raises their fan boards, ready to fill fire and fuel to the stage. Roughly count, half of the zombies in the arena side with the lord's child. The only one who truly supports Akira is his one and only friend and a stranger named Soo-ho, secretly praying for his success. The speaker coughs a quick whiff before advancing his announcement. "Here! On the left side! Vladimir Petrov, the first in line heir for the Crown's Estate! One of the strongest and the youngest fighter, known by the world! Shout out to our Cham.pi.on! "

*************** GRAND LORD ZAIPER Hours had passed, yet Zaiper remained trapped in a numbing fog of disbelief. He moved through the motions like a hollow shell. It was as if some invisible puppeteer pulled his strings, leaving him to stumble through the night like a marionette. He remembered smiling, clapping alongside the others when Daemonikai had risen. He hoped his smile had appeared genuine, that it looked convincing. That no one glimpsed the misery gnawing at his soul. As they had escorted Daemonikai from the arena to the fortress, Zaiper hoped his trembling knees and bloodshot eyes had gone unnoticed. He could not recall the last time he had felt such profound anguish, such raw pain.

AURORA- “You killed a member of the quintet, wouldn’t there be repercussions?” I look at Zeus who seemed lost. He told me that he didn’t kill Azrael. The way Azrael was begging me to kill him, it was obvious, but it felt nerve-rackingly good to realize that Zeus held back. While I'm just turning into an evil monster, Zeus is becoming human, alive. “Z---Zeus… Azrael opened his eyes…” I heard Arthur on the door, my body flinched and I stood up running outside.

“Now, seriously. Kujo said Isaac is very sensitive, and I think he’s earned a little freedom. Bet he’d do great.” “Sure he will, but not alone. He gets so distracted by every little noise, if you let him go his way, he’s all over and never gets anything done. He needs one or two teammates to keep him on track and complement him.” “And what about the Haunter Supreme?” “You mean me?” He scoffed. “I’ll produce whatever the guys do and take it easy. Told you I’m tired of the frontline.” He shrugged. “I wanna find something in the niche that doesn’t involve living on the road six to nine months a year, breathing mold and dust every other night, and dealing with nasty shit I take home without noti