Quagmire Big Arm Novels & Stories

Lucas and Scarlet arrived at the balcony of the building. The fragment of Biggy's soul was standing with his hands behind his back as he gazed at the mountains as if they were a piece of art. He was 1.9 meters in height, and the sight of him was overwhelming. Roar! Biggy had noticed Lucas and Scarlet. Consequently, he let out a roar. "Who are you guys?!" Biggy's soul fragment was a Rank 4 Zombie, and thus, he had the ability to talk.

While James was loading his silver into his gun I used my foot to land the guy to my right straight in the place no foot should ever land, but it was enough to have him rolling around the floor, groaning about how he would never have children. I thought that bitch had killed you. I told Blake before I twisted myself so that I held the arm of the other guy behind his back, bending it in a direction which shoudn't have even been possible and without thinking about it, I kicked him in the back of the knee so that he was back on the floor. "You touch me again and I will break every bone in this arm," I whispered menacingly in his ear as I pulled it a little tighter, feeling the bones in his wris

Local time, 8:30 PM. Deep beneath the barren desert, the Bertley military base loomed like an iron fortress. Umbracia's four-star General Hesberg, clad in his sharp uniform, stared at the battle screen with a grim look. The latest report showed a devastating defeat: the Giant Whale's Fury tactic had failed, both Lords of War outmaneuvered, and the entire carrier fleet rendered useless. Alexander, an unstoppable force, was still carving his path into Umbracia.

Heavy footsteps echoed out from the ruined main hall. Every step split the white jade floor tiles across the square. The Dark Blood vanguard general known as Butcher stepped into view. Nearly three meters tall, his body was built of rock-hard bulging muscles, scarlet tribal tattoos covering his bald scalp. Most terrifying of all, a tangible dark domain hung shrouding his frame. The mark of a Sixth-Rank Marquis Realm warrior — an innate elemental domain. "Quagmire of Gravitational Weight."

A tremble can be heard from nearby. *dag...* *dag...* *dag...* Their nightmare has come to their very sight! Its large figure having 7meters tall and large arms brings more fear to the group! “stay behind me!”- Arthur, he quickly uses his skill and transforms his right arm to a dog limb! he swipes his claw at the zombies at the front but it was blocked! There was an irregular zombie! its body was bulkier than a normal zombie! Its walk was like a demonic spider’s walk in the movies, and its twisted bloody head makes it's scarier!

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

’ I shout. I hear Micah whimper from where I was earlier. I swing my dagger, piercing the creature in its arm. He hisses and steps back as I run back to Micah to help him. The creature I just stabbed now stands in front of me. I fall back, and as I try to stand, I scream as two red eyes look into mine. Its breath is rotten and sticky. I hear howls in the distance and know it’s my family. I stab the creature in the neck and push it away, desperate to get to Micah.

Creed's fingers trembled slightly, "coz for some I feel that even this much won't be enough." Maira asked, "What about soul armas? How many arrow-type soul armas do you have?" "One!" Creed replied as he stuffed several energy bars into his pockets. "But that's for emergencies!" "Just one! You've gotta be kidding me. Armas take zero space and can be reused over their entire lifetime…" "Pretty convenient, aren't they?"Creed smirked with a tint of jealousy, "unfortunately, they are quite rare too… So until I get some more, I'm stuck with the traditional arrows. Besides, why do you think I have such a huge bag compared to yours?"

I glare at Trig, annoyed he didn’t warn me before I turn to her. “Now Max, I’m not trying to monitor your… ah, I’m just looking out for the interest of your company.” “So you claim, but you have yet to show me the correlation between me spreading my legs for who I please and the success or failure of my company.” She glares at me as Trig bursts into fits of laughter. She turns to him and smiles. Although I have known her for years, Trig, who has been traveling and living like a nomad for the last seven years, has yet to meet her.

“Both of you please just stop! My legs felt shaky as I slowly stepped closer to them. Roman looked completely lost in his anger. His eyes were wild, his chest rising and falling heavily with every breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he continued hitting Liam. Under him, Liam looked terrible. His nose was completely broken now, blood pouring down his face. One of his eyes was already swelling shut. He groaned weakly beneath Roman, barely able to defend himself anymore. My chest tightened painfully as I watched.I stepped closer and reached out.My fingers touched Roman’s arm.His skin was hot and damp with sweat.