Novel & Cerita Phantom Ganondorf

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.

Brandon has appeared out of nowhere; he’s standing just behind Gideon with Low and he’s watching me like I’m some kind of fascinating show. “Ghost has no pups, no mate and his momma has two other sons. He’s also not interested in you in the slightest other than your skills at killing; you need backup, and he’s who you get.” Brandon says as he crosses his arms over his chest. Gideon nods along with what he’s saying so I know I don’t have room to argue.

They had the split-second warning from their mentor to duck, in which all three Knights dove for the ground, Sophia taking Anouk with her, positive he couldn’t react as fast as they could before a giant sword flew over the place where their necks would have been and slammed into a tree. Another rogue Knight appeared, standing on the sword, critiquing the group of Knights on the ground in front of him. The lower half of his face was covered with a cloth mask and he wore camouflage armbands, striped pants, and no shirt. The strappings of his sword’s sheath formed an ‘X’ on his chest. “Aidan Grey’s a master of the silent kill. He is a bandit from the nearby village. Often called the Demon of th

drawled the owl. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dondus, the wise, the great grey owl of the marshlands, Grandmother Alma's Familiar, an owl of the Fanged Forest and of the Forest of Faded Dreams and-" "Thank you, Dondus," said Alma abruptly. "Dondus is my Familiar," said Grandmother Alma simply, "a gifted magical creature who helps me with my enchantments." "Aha!" yelled Titan, making everyone, including Dondus, jump.

Viggo muttered. As Viggo tried to stand, Gandalf's imposing figure loomed over him. The lycan's eyes bore into Viggo's, a sinister smile tugging at the corner of his lips. With a swift movement, Gandalf raised his massive paw and brought it down, striking Viggo with a force that sent him crashing back to the ground.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”

The seam continued up between his brows and then ran a crooked pattern to disappear beneath the hood. They called it a cleft palate but she'd never seen one so bad. The two halves of his face had seemed to shift; the bone structure beneath the flesh, causing his face to sink in slightly, gave him a gorilla–like appearance. He also had no color. He was as white as an albino. His grey eyes were fringed in reddish lashes that looked almost non-existent. His upper lip seemed to have three distinct sections that she couldn't quite understand. He was by far the scariest looking man she'd ever seen.