One Man Against The Horde Novels & Stories

Rhodia said annoyed. Riri turned to one of her friends…this time she brought a different person than before. A man with many tribal tattoos came in with black teeth. He looked at Rhodia savagely. A creature like this who likes to rape all women and then kill them. Rhodia knows that. She pulled out her bigger sword...ready to fight the man. She can only dodge and find the right moment to attack. Even if she could beat this man... there are still four men plus one woman for her to beat. This will take a lot of time and effort. It could be that in the third person she is seriously injured and eventually died.

Fear spread through me like wildfire. I was terrified. Terrified of being abandoned a third time. I almost covered my ears. But his voice still hit me, cold and heavy. "I never thought you were this kind of person." A vein throbbed at his temple, his whole presence radiating a rage I had never seen before. I began to shake. All the emotions I had been holding back exploded at once. I yelled back hysterically, like a madwoman. "What kind of person? Everyone keeps saying the same thing! Why?"

"Honey, don't misunderstand. I only just found out that Daniel brought Zion back to the country. We happened to run into him, so we stopped by the kindergarten to register. You…" "I understand," I interrupted, turning with Teddy. Daniel, however, called after us with casual confidence, smiling brightly. "Leo, long time no see." He pulled the boy sitting nearby forward, introducing him to my son. "Teddy, this is Zion. Say hi. You could be friends." Zion leaned in, staring at Teddy's eye with disgust. "Daddy… his eye is fake. Gross." Teddy went pale and shrank behind me, ashamed. Rage coursed through me.

Symore expected that it would be Horus Thorpe who would eventually withdraw from the competition with his lesser overall strength. However, he did not expect that Horus, who was a close confidant of a street boss like Chase Lucas, would be defeated in such a wretched way. How was this even a fight? It was simply a one-sided beating for him! Bystanders could not bear to watch, and Horus, as the defeated party, was beaten to the point where he began to doubt his life.

In the middle of the battlefield that took place on the East Desert of San Coro, just on the Tiber-San Coro border, a man wearing a dark green cloak with black outfit was facing a heavily armoured skeleton with a large shield and sword, a death paladin. The man facing the skeleton had a sword in his right hand. The hood on his head covered a part of his face, but a pair of green orbs were glowing under the shadow of the hood. “Alright then, let’s go!” The man’s foot pressed deeply into the sand as he pushed himself forward and threw sand in the air in the process.

The man spat something incoherent about cursed brats and debt and “belonging.” Jax’s eyes flashed, and then he knocked the man unconscious with the flat of his blade. “All units, pull them in!” Alden’s voice rang from the ridge. “Alive if you can. Dead if you can’t.” The fight was already breaking. Bloodthorn’s hired wolves realized, one by one, that this wasn’t a simple grab. They weren’t snatching a foolish girl from a forest. They’d walked into a bowl of steel and rage. Some threw down their weapons and tried to flee.

I run as fast as my legs can carry me, if I can just make it to the bus stop which isn't really far from here, I'll be relieved. I look back to see two heavily built men chasing me. I pick up my speed and just as I'm about to make a bend into the next street, I feel tough hands grip my arm and I nearly fall but the grip is strong enough to keep me steady. I struggle against the grip even if I know my efforts are useless. The second man yanks me back and I gasp as I crash into his large chest. My duffel falls down but one of them picks it up and they both drag me back to my doom, back to Aunt Stacey's house.

Shocked at the sudden cursing, Faith jolted out of her reverie and could only stare at the scene that was currently happening outside. Mr. Kling stood outside the house with his head bleeding on the side, blood running down his face and hugging his wife who was crying wretchedly. All their belongings had been thrown out onto the veranda and the hot-headed Ross had just jumped into the fray, and was currently jabbing at a big burly man who was even having trouble defending himself! This was unexpected. The kid could fight with his fists even though he did not look like it. Pulling out her cell phone, Faith immediately called for help before grabbing something from the car and walking out to j

he said with a mischievous smile. “What,” I said in a shocked voice. I blinked my eyes after listening to him and then started laughing. “I thought you were going to give me serious advice but you are making fun of me. Go ahead enjoy yourself” I said in a dry tone again resting my head on the table. “Women I'm giving you serious advice here and believe me never this solution has failed. No man in history was able to resist this temptation” he said in a serious tone. I stared at him with blank eyes. “Then history is going to change because Zanvil will be the first man to resist it and he will die while laughing at me,” I said in annoyance.

All the bottled-up anger finally found a target. "That's right! Edmond just got back from the Red Scorpion op yesterday. He defused three linked bombs and could barely stay on his feet when he returned." "Exactly! Gilbert, you've always hidden behind Jasmine. Every high-risk job got pushed onto Edmond. Now you screw up this bad and still try to drag him down with you?" "You screw things up and look for a human shield. You really haven't changed at all. You make me sick!" Each accusation hit Gilbert like a stone. The color drained from his face until it was as pale as paper. He finally collapsed to the ground, eyes hollow and unfocused.