Lotm Amon Novels & Stories

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

Large beads of sweat are forming on Amon's forehead, suggesting that things are not going well for him. This brings concern to me as well. “Now, I appreciate your enthusiasm for the game, Mr. Amon, but I expect the payment to be given to me immediately.” Mammon, who is still in the body of Marvon, smirks. He plays with the red coin chip in his hand like he is trying to flaunt his newly earned riches. Angry veins appear all over Amon’s forehead. He clenches his teeth in frustration as he grips the golden ball of his cane.

Alexander pressed on, his voice rising slightly with urgency. “A few months ago, my men and I tracked some hidden affairs happening behind the mountains of Misota. We heard of the Amon clan. Some settlers in the area testified to gruesome deaths and harsh noises coming from that direction. My team and I have been on this case for months, but we lost track. When I found out that Dominic Amon is working with the Campbells and is after Glow Star, I had to come to you.” “Xander’s right, Abi,” Shawn chimed in, stepping closer to my side.

But it was immediately gone and what remained was the stoic expression. Moria sighed not commenting on the remark of the hero. “This is Amon, a monk. Do you remember? I told you there would be someone who will help you.” “Ah, I thought that person would be… older?” The hero said slightly tilting his head to the left. “Are you sure about this goddess? This kid?” He added.

However, Mammon knew that Lutan's curiosity wouldn't end there; there would be more than consequences for Asmo. Mammon transformed into Madeus, a fusion of himself and Asmo, issuing a stern warning to Lutan. Mammon clenched his fists, the sense of betrayal burning within him. "You won't lay a finger on him," he vowed, his voice dripping with determination. "I'll protect him, no matter what." He vowed to protect Asmo at all costs, signaling that any attempt to harm him would be met with fierce resistance. Lutan chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Mammon's spine. "Ah, such loyalty," he remarked with a smirk. "But do you truly believe he deserves it?"

I cleared my throat, my voice barely a shadow of itself. "June 14, 2010. The Audit Team from the Ministry arrived today. Led by a man named Okoro. He is too honest for his own good. He asked about the 'missing' twelve million for the Senate foundation. I told him the rocks were deeper than we anticipated. He didn't blink. He knows." Becca felt the air in the hallway turn ice-cold. She watched me flip the page, my face turning the color of ash.

Amora's cheeks were reddened by the sun, looking beautiful and adorable. When Liam saw her like that, he looked away so his wolf wouldn't get out of control. After that Apollo gave another important piece of information, “I just got news from our envoy coming to the Deroine pack. He said that Mr. Doron had found the identity of the corpse in his base.” Amora was shocked. 'I didn't hear wrong, did I? A corpse?’ This was the first time she heard the word corpse after she arrived at this house and it was after she was auctioned off at Mr. Lee's club.

Now he could, but his feelings of guilt did not decrease, but grew at the sight of Amons. Godric heard a low sigh and looked at his ancestor, who was only a few inches taller. Amon returned the look with a gentleness that Godric hadn't expected. “Don't grieve Godric. I have seen everything. You have always lived your life according to my teachings, defended me and thought of me. You didn't open the seal with malicious intent, that's why I'm not angry with you. ”Were the words that gave Godric relief. He still felt guilty, but his ancestor's words seemed to caress his soul. For a long time he wished to meet a member of his family, to receive encouraging words from them and much more. Now it w

“Rosemary, he's ... “Don't even think about it, Lucifer! He warned him with a mischievous smile, revealing sharp fangs.” “I guess you're Anger, right? I asked, intentionally emphasizing his sin.” "Amon is the name, and those who do not give up anger laugh last! Try not to forget!" Amon, the frown being clear proof that he was Anger. His figure was a little over 2 m, and he was so well-trained that no whole-minded Hunter would have put up with him, considering his volcanic temperament. The red-haired mane stopped at the bottom of his shoulder blades and framed his face in a manner incredibly similar to that of a lion's mane. His face denotes strength elegantly: the straight nose harmonizes pe

In the meantime, Amon left the nightclub and arrived at another hotel with the help of his subordinates. After making a call, two men who were at similar ages as him arrived at the room and were all stunned by the state he was in. "What happened?" the two asked. "I ran into Leonard in the nightclub, and we got into a fight," Amon said coldly. "What? He can't possibly beat you, right?" One of the Eldor Four, Reed Ellis, frowned. "He has been hiding his strength. We've underestimated him," Amon said angrily.