Romans & histoires Rise Of The Guardians Evil Guy

He is also goddess gifted child. “Yes, we can trust him.” “He is working for Hades. He came in our room this morning to rape and kidnap my Luna.” “WHAT?” Tyler screamed and launched his fist at Samuel. “You piece of shit. Who the fuck do you think you are?” “As much as I appreciate your attack, he has been telling us all about Hades’ operation for the last hour. He would like protection and since he is your pack member, I will defer to you on that.”

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

Somehow, Fallon is able to free Bree, but it doesn’t matter because everything is coming down around us, blocking any chance for an exit. As I spread my winds, I look at Lucifer and wave my sword. It’s time to die, mate.” Lucifer flies up to meet me, his expression one of defeat. Before he can say a word, I fly toward him, aiming my sword at his heart, but he manages to float away. My sisters and I fight our mates as The Creator steps into the power stream and begins to change. His light disappears to be replaced by dragon scales and wings as he begins to metamorphosis.

I once saw him tear the head of a guy who was harassing a human girl, he was much younger and better looking back then but I’m pretty sure his attitude hasn’t changed. I perch down between two buildings across the street, a weathered road sign, pushed to the side giving me perfect cover. The sign warns people to be on the look out for potholes, a warning sign for patches of actual tarmac would make a lot more sense if you ask me, I think to myself while suppressing a snort, man I crack myself up sometimes. I’ve got a clear view of the building and whoever comes and goes when a burst of energy suddenly sizzles in the air. I’ll be damned! That’s Jack fck’n Morrison, I thought he was dead! I se

He had admittedly taken the loss of his brother very hard, as he was a kind, bright, thoughtful man taken way by him before his time, but he was a lucky man, raising to the kingly throne. He wings at something that can't be seen by naked eyes, it is his guardian spirit. The one that protects him from being haunted. The spirit posses same qualities of death and had been giving the king Imboko protection of all kinds. The spirit can tell if there's any negative plot against the king. It can smell, it can sense and it can also repel any charms send to the king. The guardian spirit has genes that seemingly came from the woman believed to be an ancient woman who used to boil little children, drun

After what felt like hours but was only minutes, the attackers were down, retreating into the night. The garage was quiet now, eerily quiet, except for the labored breathing of Ghost, Luca, and the surviving brothers. Blood, sweat, and oil coated everything. Ghost dropped to his knees beside one of the fallen, shaking his head. Another brother gone. Too many, too fast. Luca crouched beside him, hand on his shoulder. “You can’t fix this by yourself,” he said softly. “We need a plan. And you need to trust me.” Ghost lifted his gaze, eyes blazing. “I trust you. But I don’t trust him.” He nodded toward the shadows, toward the empty spaces where Viper had been, where he had orchestrated death and

He is arrogantly confident that in this place no one dares to touch them. After laughing out loud, he turned around and said like a curse: "Fuck! You don't talk nonsense here, get out of here before your grandfather changes his mind!" Ian was speechless, and he didn't want to mess with people who didn't understand. So he turned his back to a tree. But not far to go... "Wow!" A dry sound resounded, and the girl's bodyguards were more than half taken down by snipers. Screams and riots were heard everywhere.

Ivan Morgan guilty of killing his child. The Police knocked over the door of Morgan’s residence and it was Angelic Morgan who accommodated them. They presented an arrest warrant for her Dad who was having his breakfast that morning. Dr. Morgan stood up from the dining table and proceed to the police car without any hesitations nor question towards the authority. Angelic run upstairs to change her clothes and get the car key. While driving, she can’t figured out how the incident that night happened. Though she knew that it was really her father who did the operation, she was certain that there was something wrong, and it was not her father who murdered the kid.

He urges me through gritted teeth. He reaches out, pushing me away from the wall. Just as he pushes me behind him, something crashes through the glass on the wall. It’s one of the guards. He’s dead. Shocked, I look towards the broken glass. I’m surprised to see Traeger standing there with predatory eyes. His claws are retracted, and his fangs are bared. I take a deep breath and slowly move towards him. Shaking like a leaf, I hold my hand out calmly. I feel like I’m calming a wild animal.

With her lightning-fast reflexes and deadly accuracy, she was able to take down even the toughest of foes. The third guardian was a cunning trickster named Loki, who possessed the ability to shape-shift and manipulate reality itself. With his unpredictable nature and quick wit, he was able to outsmart even the most devious of enemies. The fourth and final guardian was a gentle giant named Atlas, whose immense size and strength made him nearly invincible in battle. With his unwavering loyalty and unbreakable will, he became the backbone of their defense. Together, Rorik, Lyra, and their new guardians formed a powerful alliance, ready to face the darkness that threatened their home. And soon e