Masked Bardock Novels & Stories

"I'm the dark lord," Vador replied with a sly smile and this is Aleister," he said pointing to Alei. "The dark lord," Ava laughed which only irritated the lord. "Be quiet," he ordered in disgust "You think I'm a joke?"He asked removing his mask from his face. "You think I'm one too? For all I know you're just the guy dressed in a dark hoodie pretending to be badass. You just turned my brother's body into ashes, you rotten bastard.

Leia POV: I hobbled on to the porch and stopped to catch my breath. Having broken ribs was incredibly painful. "I'm healing as fast as I can." Una whispered and I closed my eyes. "I know, it's okay. I'm fine." I replied and when I opened my eyes Brandon was standing in the doorway staring right at me. "Um.. Hi?" I said with an awkward smile. He closed his eyes for a second and re opened them. "I know I said don't hold back but I didn't say fight to this point." Brandon said. There wasn't any anger in his voice and relief filled me. I was worried that he would be really upset seeing me like this. "If it makes you feel better she looks almost exactly like me and Julie said no training until we

Kayson asked, “Do you know Master Gould?” “Master Gould?” Bob thought for a while and shook his head. “Nope. I don’t know him.” Kayson continued. “He’s one of Eden Joy’s grandmaster-level fighters.” Bob was slightly startled as he replied, “Eden Joy is a big organization. There are a lot of people who I’ve never seen before.” Kayson nodded. “Don’t worry.” He planned to ask Zidane to be Bob’s bodyguard. He was the one who had cured Vivian’s Soul-silencing Curse. Zidane was indebted to him, so he was certain that he wouldn’t say no.

"My sister has always been a fighter, one that would never allow herself be intimidated. Surely, she can survive in the midst of those wolves. I know she can" Masha shook her head and sighed. A knock at the door drew their attention from the conversation. Masha gestured Terra to check it out and upon opening the door, she discovered it was Lord Galadriel's right-hand man - Vader. He stood there, tall and intimidating with his face being as strict as ever. He always seemed like one ready for a fight. "Good morning, Vader", Terra bowed in obeisance, still holding the door open. But Vader ignored her and penetrated his eyes into the room for Masha. He found her there before the mirror and the t

"Spread out. Cover more ground. I want eyes on every district before nightfall." Felag felt the weight of eyes upon him and turned to find a familiar figure approaching through the market crowd. The dwarves around him stiffened almost imperceptibly. The clean-shaven face of Bartlos Slat was unmistakable even at a distance, a dwarf without a beard was unusual and vaguely disturbing. Felag had never understood how Bartlos could walk with such confidence while displaying his naked shame to the world. Bartlos wore a tailored dark tunic with the subtle insignia of House Maelis embroidered at the collar. His eyes sharpened with suspicion as he took in the scattered formation of dwarves.

Gordan gasped, his voice strained as he fought to stay on his feet. "It doesn't need to replace it, Sensei," Kitana’s voice whispered from the doorway. She had returned to the dojo, her porcelain mask removed, revealing a face etched with a cold, triumphant malice. "It only needs to silence it." She stepped forward, her movements fluid and effortless while Gordan struggled to even breathe. She executed a single, precise strike to the base of his neck—the "Severed Thread’s" final disconnection. Gordan Chen, the MMA legend and the heart of the "Old Guard," collapsed to the training mats.

All I see is red, burning, and hot, like molten lava. “I want them disarmed.” He orders, and I nod. Their rifles clatter to the floor. “I want Mad-Bishop too.” “Done,” It’s just a word. I can take it back. “You have him.” Dakor’s grin is confident, like he knows what I’m thinking. “Don’t worry, you won’t betray me. I swear.” Fucker. “Help me up,” He slaps my cheek, gestures to Mad-Bishop. “And you two patch him up.” He reaches into his pocket, produces a duct tape. “If he dies, you die. Now.”

your physical body dies. All this while his powers flow to the galaxy earth of Tasmond 's empire to feed him, in which Barbatos was making the Anemo Archon of the Seven Emperors of the Forgotten Sectors, in which despite losing his original physical form, Andrius ' spirit remains. alive and his powers are still strong enough that he can manifest a body of ice and wind.

Across from me, an empty chair mocked me—the seat that belonged to my father, Raymond, who was too busy coughing up his lungs in a darkened room to defend his son’s birthright. "The shift is undeniable," Elder Hakan wheezed, tapping a gnarled finger on a high-resolution photo of Zelda’s neck. "The mark left by Bane Blackwood isn't a mere bite. It’s glowing, silver-rimmed. The Moon Goddess herself has reached down and rewritten the bond." I forced a smile, the kind of polished, charismatic expression I’d practiced in mirrors since I was twelve. Inside, I wanted to tear Hakan’s throat out.

Barasa pulled her against his chest, one hand wrapped round her stomach holding her in place, while he held the bottles with the other. "You have to calm down, Tari," Barasa replied. Tari tried to force him off. "I said let go of me," Tari barked, struggling. Barasa's hold tightened. A chuckle erupted from the masked figure on the screen. "She said let go, Barasa," the masked figure said, tone dipping with sarcasm. "Shut up!" Barasa raised his voice at the masked figure, shooting her a glare through the screen. His harsh yet warm breath grazed her ear.