Phantom Ganondorf Novels & Stories

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

He doesn't take his name in front of his mother. He doesn't know why she hates him so much. But no matter. For him. He will always be his hero. Zander King. The Empire king of this world. The most powerful figure in the entire world, the undefeated King.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

"I am in need of information, not spirits." The dwarf shrugged. "Suit yourself. My name's Gormec. I one of the owners of Neverland. You know, in case you wanted to show you had some manners or something." Halafarin rolled his eyes. Why were others so stiff about being sociable? The elf had no time for niceties. People were dying. "Have you heard of a strange killing in these parts? A human turned into a statue from the trunk of a banana tree?" Gormec shook his head, his dark beard swishing across his chest. "No, no. I can't think that I have. Something like that would stand out, you know, make for bad business."

Because right now, he was utterly dumbstruck by the scene before his eyes. Dozens of muscular men surrounded Phantom Dragon. Phantom Dragon was holding onto a sharp blade with a skull handle, moving swiftly as the wind, like he was the main character of the game Dynasty Warriors. Swinging once against each man, every attack was aimed at their throats. In a little over ten seconds, without even time to let out a shriek, the dozens of men fell to the ground. This superior battle prowess made one’s scalp tingle. Was this man human? “What are you being in a daze for?”

Cadfan hurriedly said, “Master Xanthos, there has been a slight progression in this matter. I originally did not have any clues at all about this mysterious person, but now, I have some clues about him. He is of Japanese-Oskian descent. He is not old, and he is around the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old at most, but he possesses extraordinary strength. It is said that even the Japanese ninjas are not his opponent at all. He could deal with several ninjas all on his own! Master Xanthos, you have to be careful!” The other party replied disdainfully, “What’s so great about Japanese ninjas? You’re saying it as if no one has ever killed a ninja. Back then, there was a Japanese ninja

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.