Lord Danzo Novels & Stories

Lloyd continued going on about this. "Shut up!" Donald roared, quickly going toward Lloyd. He raised his hand and slapped Lloyd. Lloyd looked at him in disbelief. The next moment, Donald knelt right in front of Chase. "Do you know who I am?"Chase asked Donald coldly. Donald quickly nodded. "I was blind not to have recognized you, Basalt's Collins. I'm Donald Toledo of Bactria, a part of Green Dragon's army. I had no idea of your identity and have offended you. Please forgive me!"

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

Damon cast his eyes down and walked at a very slow pace to stand behind his Master. "Greetings Lord Linus," Damon mumbled and raise one brow to see a beautiful smile cross the Lord's lips. Linus is a long golden-haired man with strong beautiful features. Linus's hair covered one of his lustrous hazel eyes, a roman nose stood proudly on his face, and his mouth, a smooth light red color. Linus has been an admirable warrior and also had a lusty body, shaped and curved in all the right places, not to mention a beautifully round sexy buttock. Many women Damon knew would kill for such a backside. But surprisingly enough Damon wasn't the slightest interested in the young lord of twenty-five. He onl

Jose noticed it and hurriedly said, "Sir, Mister Penn is an expert. This is…" The placement of the chair seemed casual, but it was slightly disrespectful. Jose did not mind, but he felt like it was not suitable for Wilbur to sit there. "Do you know who is here today?" Marcus pointed to the left. He was pointing at a sturdy man with a round face. He said, "This is the owner of the Dragon Dojo, Wolf Heath. He's a peak Aura level cultivator."

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

Their stance defensive, their hearts set on protecting their baby brother. “When it comes to the matter of fated mates, it’s safe to say his mine.” Brandon interjected before another conversation passed through him. “What does that mean?” “I Lord Donald the second, leader of the North and South Sectors of the dragons clans. Lord of Sanctuary Clan, have marked my mate. At this moment my dragon’s breaths is in sync with his heartbeat.” He pronounced. Not leaving a gap for discussion and entered the building sensing his return like an intuition. Stepping out of the hard metal, his leather jacket disguising his soft and sensitive nature.

But wait, what does Gold Paladin mean in their ranks? A man with short auburn hair, ears and tail of a lion, and tanned skin stepped forward as Sir Rupert moved away. "Sir Lakovan Dorand, Millennium Glory of Nervas Army." He took my hand, dipped his head low, and brushed his lips on the back of my hand. He brought himself upright and stared down at me with his sharp amber eyes. "Pleased to meet you, young lady." He seemed to be the oldest among the three, probably a bit older than Sir Bern, shown by a few wrinkles on his face.

Lina giggled and playfully tugged at his ear. "Doraemon doesn't seem to have ears, though?" "I'm different." Zuko's eyes were smiling. "I'm Lina's exclusive Doraemon, the only one in the world! That's why I have ears." "What do you need ears for?" Zuko leaned closer, his nose nuzzling her small face, his voice husky. "To... obey your every command!" Lina's heart warmed, and she hugged him. With him by her side, she would no longer be afraid of anything.

It was as if he saw something in her that even she didn’t fully understand. “You have no idea what you're dealing with, Karina,” he said softly, his voice laced with the knowledge of a thousand years. “The Third Prince of Zorana isn’t just a king. He’s the rebirth of an entire world. And you… you are the one who will make it all possible.”