Leandro El Guerrero Supremo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Abraham lent Kabir a hand. "Let's go," he said. "Where to?" "To retrieve my car. It’s not even locked." Kabir got up and sat in the passenger seat. Abraham settled in the driving seat of Kabir's car and they reversed. Abraham's Lamborghini was still parked at the place where he had left it. ***

He held his sword in his left hand, his jet-black hair tousled lightly by the cold breeze. “This won't go as far as killing, will it, my love?” the Queen asked her husband. The Supreme didn’t reply but simply smiled at her. “Zumir will not fall or be defeated. He’s no ordinary vampire. Trust in our son, my queen,” said the Supreme. Prince Zumir positioned himself before the warrior, staring blankly. There was no fear or emotion on his face. As Romelda’s countdown ended, the fight began. Everyone watched in awe as, in less than a minute, the warrior was defeated—Zumir’s sword pointing at him.

After what happened with the Tambanokawa and early encounter with Magindara, I really thought they’re completely wiped out. Perhaps, Leandro has anticipated this and put up some back up armies behind the enemy line just incase this happen. Well, it is currently happening so Leandro’s war tactic is indeed effective after all. “You witch, just so you know, my master will not tolerate what you have done to miss Emalia.” Leandro begins to speak to Magindara. “You are you so quick to judge me, Leandro. As if you don’t know me at all.” Magindara protested. Her barrier is still up.

“Leonardo Lee, out of all one of my most trustworthy man betrayed me right under my wing and then he mistook me as to not find him? Looks like the bastard is finally getting old. He forgot who I am. He took enmity with Alessandro Emilio! The most powerful Mafia Lord of Mexico and Italy! He just signed his death warrant!” Alessandro cold voice was enough for man in front to quiver. He was the most ruthless in his dealings with his enemies. He could only wonder what he will do to the man who dared to betray him….. Leonardo Lee was dead now for sure…. “Make it as quick as possible. You have three days only don't overstep at all!" He warned clearly. The business was no joke. It is either now or

After all, he was much stronger than the rest of his subordinates! With that in mind, he retrieved his own sword and began charging toward Gerald…! With a mighty leap, Leandro then attempted to decapitate Gerald! Of course, Gerald wasn’t about to let him do that. Taking a step back to avoid the attack, Gerald then scoffed, “Give it up, Leandro, you’re no match against me! Killing you would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken!”

They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you. Belle told her grandmother that Leo and Capri talked everyday and that they were so in love. Poor thing did not know the half of it. She just couldn’t help that Capri was back and her family in her eyes would finally be completed. They had their own plan of Capri having a baby and how Belle would be the perfect big sister. They even had a baby girls name picked out “Penelope Reign,” and her being spoiled just the way Belle was. If it was boy, Leo and capri were on their own.

A gun barrel kissed the back of his skull. “Papa, no!” The scream tore from her throat. Dario moved toward her with predatory grace, each step measured and deliberate. “My beautiful little firecracker.” His leather-gloved fingers traced her cheek, coming away wet with tears. “Did you really think you could run from me?” “Please let them go.” Her voice broke completely. “I’ll do anything. Just let them go.” His smile was winter-cold and twice as cruel. “Oh, you will. But first…” His gaze shifted to Leandro, who knelt at the altar with his hands raised, defiance burning in his eyes despite the gun at his head.

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

I raised my head to meet his awkward stare. “And you are?” he inquired, stretching forth his hand to me. “I-I-” It was hard to form words with the stern glare my father was giving me. Almost like he didn’t want me to tell him who I was, but the king had offered me this hand, I could get punished for not giving him mine. “I am Princess Illyria,” I muttered almost in a whisper as I placed my right hand on his, curtsying. “Illyria? Oh! You must be the youngest Valerian mentioned to me,” he said, placing his other hand on him. Remember when I said that this man gave me the creeps, well the feeling of his hands on mine was far more disturbing than his voice.

After Jurado himself had publicly announced his disassociation from the Laude government, and expressed apology for being a follower of the madman, Drago saw to it that he’d pay for his betrayal of their leader who gave him position and prosperity. Leading a small but highly trained combatant, Drago stormed the Commandant’s hideout, killed everyone in sight and held him hostage in a desperate move to consolidate Loyalists and win the war against the Defectors. Though known for his follow-the-order mindset, he showed the tenacity of a leader to keep themselves in fighting form. He announced for the people to know, “We the soldiers of Chairman Laude should never allow ourselves to resort to be