Lord Champa Novels & Stories

“Now, I summon Chanda to the clearing.” I didn’t choose her, Velkan thought and looked over at Chanda as she walked out dressed in a long white flowing gown, her face covered with a white veil, accompanied by two maids each at her sides. She was guided up the clearing and made to kneel beside him. Hati walked to them and wrapped a gold cord around their hands, tying them together. He took out a knife and sliced across Velkan and Chanda arm, dropping their blood into a bowl, mixing it with white wine and raised it to the statue of Lyon. He started chanting in the old tongue while everyone bowed their heads to the ground.

Achilles nodded to Helga encouraging her to explain. “Well, with the help of our Queen and Prince Achilles, we learnt that, Dhampirs that happen to have familiars often have differing abilities, for example, the ability to partially shift and they are able to access abilities that are normally exclusive to their familiars,” Helga explained. Seraphina nodded slowly in understanding.

Vance had also brought his team of 70 hunters. Several eyes were stuck on Lieutenant Grisha and Secretary Alia and their bulky mounts. Grisha was sitting gracefully on a White Wolf whereas Alia was riding a gray bear. Both of their mounts had a majestic appearance. Vance was also riding a 3 meters tall Komodo Dragon. For the shorter distances, mounts were practically useless since humans with activated chakra could already run at the same speed. However, owning a mount was also a luxury inside the glitch, it also represented power and strength.

Champagne thought about it and nodded, this was also a bar and truly she didn't want to go anywhere may be some drinks will be good. Sam handed her a make up kit and then left again, Champagne didn't know what to do with this. She constantly debated on putting it back in Sam's locker but then decided on mascara and lip gloss. Champagne looked at her face in the small mirror in her hand, her green eyes stood out. They reminded her of her mother. Since childhood people always said that she looked exactly like her mother while Lilly on the other hand took their dad's features. Her eyes moved to the wall clock next to the lockers and she realised the bar would be opened any time now.

Then, what they realized was that Lady Lamia, being a snake, was a hermaphrodite, as she had breasts and a vagina, and in the absence of a penis, she had two of them. As for the tiger lord, he had a large, barbed penis, the tiger lord, was orange in color with black spots and blue eyes. The lord of dragons was a white humanoid dragon with lightning and twisted horns, his penis was as big as that of the lord of tigers, in his case, the dragon was long with tentacles and a stinger at the tip. She wouldn't get out of there, less than roasted, so, they took her, the first to enter was Lady Lamia, who started the conversation, sucked her, with her forked tongue, she entered first, opening her leg

“But I've had worse.” That got a small reaction. A glance between them like they weren't expecting that. Good. Let them underestimate me. The room went quiet for a moment, the tension shifting as another figure stepped forward slower, more deliberate than the others. This one didn't rush. Didn't grab, didn't shove. He just stood in front of me, looking down like he was trying to read something written across my face. “Imran Khan,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say it.

He would level the world before his feet and would make his dynasty the greatest in the entire universe. Another immersed rush went out from his brain to every part of his body. It has nothing to do with the snuff. This was something more, something pacifying and the pleasure made him close his eyes. The smell of the smoke and the cries of the dying men and women; this was the power he had searched for, the thing he had yearned so long to have. “My lord.” The voice of his commander made him open his eyes. Chimba was on his knees, with his head bowed. He was covered with blood, the blood of their enemies, and of innocent men and women who had caused pain and suffering to his people.

Her eyes bulged from shock, "It's our commander. Her symbol of identity." "Then who else can use this?" "else!!, Lord, even the king of Hiranga won't dare to use this." Charan interfered, "There are many lilies available in the market, why are you sure about it?" "Yes di, and why did you smell it just now?" "That's because of the unique scent." "Unique??"

He shouted. “I'll have to mindlink him. Shit, I messed this up," he continues to blather on his own. I ignored him and began sniffing the air, hoping that Chaste's scent would help me find his room. The sweet smell of vines and pine trees! I quickly followed that smell to the farthest room. The door is a heavily painted black iron door with wolf decorative patterns. I dared to open it, and the door was, thankfully, open. I'm curious why Chaste left his room without locking the door.