Lord Of The Lost Gared の小説・ストーリー

“Why don’t you become a loveguru? I see you have the potential to make a fool of people. Now, go away. Bye. Just keep her safe.” “Ok boss.” After two hours, they were seated in Jodi’s play room. Aslan had lost $40000 dollars until now. His mind was somewhere else. But this time, he knew he will win. Jodi, Gordon, and James were also looking down at their cards and Aslan was positive he will win. “Hey Gordon, how is wife?” Jodi was dying for some fun. Gordon smirked. “Don’t ask me that. Let me give you an advice. Never, ever knock up a woman. A pregnant woman is a dangerous thing.”

On the same time of the harem girls' liberation ceremony, Jean Gardier returned to his hometown in the west, in a province called Lenereal. His father was the governor of the province. Lord Gardier, Jean’s father, was a very old man, but Jean, who was his eleventh child, was never be his heir. From the beginning of his life, Jean knew that he would not own Lanereal even if his father died. That is why he served Erwin. Jean felt he had a place in Erwin's military.

The werewolves in this retinue stared at me, and a small smile graced Prince Legiere’s lips. The old man, surprised at my keen interest, coughed and laughed awkwardly. “Well, uh, young lady, or er, young female werewolf, I am Lord Legiere’s principle treasurer, Elias Corwalden. I suppose working with numbers and ledgers is a type of sorcery.”

Lord Gordon will come for you, and you'll regret everything you've done so far.” One of the rogues blurted. The name piqued my interest, I rose up. “Gordon? Who is this Gordon person and who declared him a Lord?” “He is the great Rogue leader, Your kind already tried to challenge him and he was barely breathing when Lord Gordon was done with him.” The rogue replied. “They must be talking about Beta Bron. And this Gordon person, what does he look like? Does he have a scar on his left eyebrow?” Garfield eagerly asked.

She was still in the trance of what she witnessed. The three kings apoearance changed. Zeldour's body wrapped in silvery lines with a hint of golds. He was half naked. His body illuminated in silvery colour. His hair became silver too so as his eyes. His trouser became a thin gold and silver armor. On his foreheard forged a shaped of three silver lighting diamonds. While, Leesor's body wrapped in red dark lines that shines with a hint of gold also. His eyes of like of rubies so as his hair. his trouser made of thin armour in bright red with an intricate design of a dragon. His aura illuminated in red colour. How ever, Garrette appearance did changed slightly. but his eyes however, illuminate

"It resembles a lot like the Chaos Steeds of Willowdale. But that only takes into account its appearance. No Chaos Steed would match an immortal. Not even if you put a trillion legions of them together." A man whispered his observation. He was dressed unlike most with his robes appearing to be made out of the earth and nature. Leaves of green covered his body in a healthy vivid representation of the bountiful lands. "We can't pause to ask it first, can we? HAHAHA!" Garett with his usual dark humor showered the scene in levity. "NEIGGGHHHHH!!!!!" "Time to find out if I can make it then." he added and a fierce smile showed on his hard face.

The question was why he looked like an old man? The Lord sniggered. “Great job, Adam, is what I want to say. You caught a big fish. Capturing Shadowests when you’re not even trained is unimaginable, but the proof is sitting right in front of my eyes. You’re going to be rewarded.” Adam jumped with a jubilant swing of his hand. “Thank you, My Lord! It is such an honor to be praised by you.” Just as Berry was scanning the area, he caught a glimpse of a wild gray eye looking down at him. He immediately shut his eyes, his heart beating rather fast. He thought the Lord would do something, but he heard a swish of a cape and a footstep moving away.

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

His fire rose into the sky, and Addison's shield began flickering as Ezra became more powerful. There wasn't a spell that could stop him now. Each spell he approached shattered like glass, causing Luther to move even faster. “I will find you, Luther. It will be so beautiful when I do! Ohhh, the things I'm going to do to you, Luther! It's going to be so much fun. I will start by carving your body, tasting your blood, and removing pieces of your body. I will make you feel pain unlike anything you've ever felt. Worse than any pain you've ever inflicted.

“I almost lost him, Parker.” “I know,” I whisper. “But you didn’t.” She exhales slowly before nodding. “Be careful out there, Parker. I love you.” “Always.” I squeeze her hand once more before stepping away. “And I love you too.” Leo meets me near the southern trail, two of Midnight’s enforcers waiting with him, both dark-furred, lean, and sharp-eyed, the kind of wolves who move like they’re shadows. A great trait for an enforcer.