Monarch Henchman Novels & Stories

The only thing he could do was appease the Black Tortoise King to the best of his efforts, then send people to search for Oliver to make sure he was alive. Apologize? Mona jerked at the command, indignance written all over her face. "I did nothing wrong! Why should I have to apologize? Father, you are not scared of that old turtle, the Black Tortoise King, are you?" The Black Tortoise was the ancestor of all turtles. Mona, out of pure insolence, had consistently called the Black Tortoise King an old turtle. She rarely used it in front of the White Tiger King but had blurted it out in her rage.

I cannot handle another complication. “And that is?” I ask, pinching the bridge of my nose. The pressure building in my head is making my teeth ache. “There was a man there who seemed … odd,” Monroe says. “He was mostly just speaking to rogue territory wolves who had been enforcers or guards in their former packs.” Axel shifts in his seat and flashes me a worried look. This cannot be good. Clearly, this guy is planning something. The question is, who is the target? “Who was this guy?” Axel asks. “Did you get an ID?”

Monica said chipperly. I frowned at her before I lifted Adeline to burp her since she had drained the entire bottle. “That man was giving her a stink eye which was unnerving,” I growled. Giggling Monica brushed off my concern with a wave of her hand. “Mister Hawkins is a highly educated and attractive man. His downfall is that he is a vampire. Blood suckers have always been an odd lot,” she said with a smirk. Rubbing my pups back I eyed her.

It gives a physical description of the man, but other than that, there isn’t much on the page. “So, who is he?” I ask, causing Doc to sit at the table with a sigh. “Corbin Black is Duncan Ambrose’s number one henchman. He does most of the crime boss’ dirty work. We pulled him in a few different times to try and flip him, but it didn’t work. He’s Duncan’s puppy, loyal to the core. As sick as it sounds, I think he enjoys what he does,” Doc adds. “And, what exactly does he do?” I ask, not wanting to overestimate the man.

Each team had a crystal that gave a shine and would turn off if the player fell in battle, if the target team would turn off 1 just 20 minutes after the match, and by communication it says "what happened Max, what happened," "a The monster took him away and wounded him, ”“ what a monster it was, ”“ it was a henchman, ”“ who have flying relatives, ”those who remain gather immediately and come to the base, quickly,” said Diana, all nervous and doubting of itself, this caused because to be able to invoke a henchman requires certain steps and one of them is the blood of a Greek god, and as it was known in the Havenstown school there are no Greek gods if not Roman, with this speculation began amo

Tracy shrieked, "Exactly, Marisa! You hypocritical woman!" Just then, the door of the banquet hall opened again. Reuben came in, wearing a simple black suit without any accessories. Galvan pointed at Reuben and laughed. "Look! That peasant's here too! How does he even have an invitation?" Galvan pondered, 'Great, Reuben's here. I'm going to expose him in front of everyone! He continued yelling, "Where's security? Throw this driver out! He doesn't deserve to be here!" Tracy chimed in, "That's him! This violent maniac doesn't deserve to be here!"

The big brute lets out a sigh and places a hand on Fallon’s head, then ruffles her hair, earning himself a growl while all those that are waiting for orders let out chuckles. "You better be." Is all he says before stepping back and examining all that are present. "Otherwise, I’ll turn the entire nation upside down to bring you back." "WAIT!" The voice echoes around us and causes the big brute’s face to contort into a look of annoyance and frustration. "You can’t go anywhere without me!" Turning, we all watch as Ramone strolls forward with Hindrick, the crown prince, and six of his own men close on his heels. "Where the hell have you been?" The big brute demands "I don’t know if you realize i

How is it that the guy who is dating my mate possesses so much more power than I do? Even the council members lack his level of vitality. I am aware that the monarch is rumored to be a Lycan. Lycans are a subspecies of wolves. However, that gentleman is not a Lycan. He does not smell like a wolf. He has a more human scent and walks with such confidence. Why was I coerced into submission? The King is a centuries-old man. That gentleman appears to be my age. As a result, he is not a king. However, who is he?

Where we not a team that needed to communicate to one another? "Listen Henchman, if there is something we can do to help I want to offer my services. Sitting here in silence is not going to get us anywhere." Henchman sputtered angrily, spit coming out from inside his cowl. Drake raised an eyebrow at me at the mention of his nickname, but I refused to entertain him. I just wanted answers. Master waved his hand to Henchman and he went quiet, but you could still tell he was seething underneath his cowl.

She wasn't in league with Hugh! All misunderstandings were cleared up! But she was in danger of being violated! He had to go and save her! This thought was overwhelmingly strong for some reason, and it filled up his entire being. He had to rescue Jennifer! Simply because... he was her first! At this moment, he was no longer the unknown small-time employee. He was now the Eastern Dark Monarch, the tyrant of the Northern Frontier who once reigned over the world! The news of the Dark Monarch Massacre Order sent shockwaves throughout the entire Mirage City, stirring up a storm!