Pedro Pascal Ethnicity Novels & Stories

"The desire to rule the world was a destructive and annihilating thought. That dream died the day my city fell." Marcus let out a sigh and said to Pascal, "The devil is itching to come to Earth, and soon he will be here." Pascal turned to Marcus emotionlessly and said, "Don't count on me. I may not be of any help." A nurse interrupted their conversation, asking, "Excuse me, are you the patient's son?" Pascal turned around and replied, "Yes, I am." As Pascal was led away by the nurse, Marcus seethed with anger. He wondered how he could change Pascal's mind, believing that the urge to conquer and dominate is what makes humans truly human.

he replied. "Ambrosia?" "General Antonino Galaden Ambrosias," he promised the general's full name. His name is a little strange to me, but it's probably because he's not Filipino in my eyes. The people I see here in Valeria, they look like they are from eastern and southern Europe. Sometimes there are people who seem to be from the Middle East. I know that the immortals are mixed here because of what Stefano told me, so I wonder what the immortals look like in other kingdoms.

It was Pablo who grinned at the glaring man and innocently walked in, in the company of his sister, his mother and the Don. When Mario felt the new presence that entered into the ward, he looked away and beamed to see Pascal. Carrying his plastic bowl in his hand, he was once again making a great dash. “Grandpa!” Hayes had never seen the Don before and as he observed him closely, he could see the prominent features Pablo had was inherited from his father. “I see you’re having quite the moment yourself huh” Pascal smiled as he had the boy in his arms and the child giggled guiltily.

“And who are you? This is the first time we have seen you here! Hah, do not tell me a mere lower elder is lecturing us right now?” “Pardon me, your graces, and I am Santiago Polares.” Polares… people started whispering to themselves when they heard his name. A Polares! Some even shouted. They smiled to themselves and then looked at him. “I apologize for not recognizing you soon, Don Santiago Polares,” the man that was rude to him earlier suddenly bowed down. “It’s just that it had been a long since we last seen a hybrid like you are,” “A hybrid, huh? So that is still a thing of discrimination in this country? No wonder you people are always behind in everything. You compare and compare and c

Mr Reid stated ever so calmly with his eyes focused on me. But I adhered to his instruction. A deep breath could be the only solution to my state of mind. After inhaling and obviously exhaling, Mr Reid took it as a sign to carry on. "Pedro Ha'adith Gonzalez. A man of Brazilian, Arabian and Spanish origin. I think his roots are enough to trace how deadly he can be. Most young people join the clan today without knowing what they're going into, you all see it as an opportunity for drug peddling and money intake. " Mr Reid reaches to the file before him and pulls out a very old newspaper, before tossing it in my direction.

She looked at him with confusion as soon as the realization hit her, this person has Kalantiaw's face but he seems not to be Kalantiaw. "Gracias, señor (Thank you, senyor.)" She replied with awkwardness. "Btw, I am Gustavo Anchueta," he replied. Gustavo is the son of peninsulares. He is considered Insulares since he was born in Vigan. The succeeding generation of peninsulares (Spanish born in Spain but lived in the Philippines are called Insulares (Spaniards or Hispanics born from the islands). "Leticia Eustacio," she replied. "I recently moved here. I came from Manila. I hope to see you often." Then he bids goodbye. She was left dumbfounded. Her mind hung with many questions.

Seeing her beautiful face, which was almost identical to that of his younger sister, Laetitia, when she was young, Erwen was slightly stunned, feeling shocked, surprised, and sad simultaneously. Seeing Etiennette in her wedding dress and Logan, who stood beside her in his groom's outfit, Erwen's heart clenched, and he balled up his fists tightly behind his back. "Mr. Pascal, you're here in Little Xeottect!" Elijah recognized Erwen and smiled as he walked toward him. The Pascals were a famous major family in Swalesbury. Elijah intended to befriend him to add a powerful connection for his family's business development in the future.

He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales. Eight years ago, western society as we knew it collapsed due to the sudden appearance of the Pales. These terrifying creatures stood at a height of eight feet and were equipped with claws capable of tearing their prey apart. They initially swarmed cities in large numbers, feeding and causing destruction wherever they went.

"The reason I also came here is to take you two out of here. Immediately. Pedrosa's group managed to protect this territory— " "Wait a moment. Pedrosa? You mean Vero's friend Bianca Pedrosa isn't human either?" Gavin nodded. "He's a vampire from the Pedrosa clan. Geez, so you still don't know much about that either?" "What do you think?" she asked sarcastically. "Do you think I am a clairvoyant who can know everything like the sheets of the Book of the Destiny?"

Grandpa had a lot of staff in his mansion—understandable, considering how huge this place was. “Yes, I met him. So he’s your right-hand man here at the hacienda? He looks so young—and his eyes, Grandpa, they don’t look Filipino at all.” I grabbed a sandwich from the table—I didn’t realize how hungry I was until just now. Pablo’s eyes were this striking ocean green. The moment you saw him, you could tell he wasn’t fully Filipino. He was also very tall—definitely had foreign blood. I wonder who left him at the hacienda when he was a baby?