Rpg Toram Novels & Stories

Some male said chuckling, and I frowned at the source of the voice, but then I blinked when I saw the huge male that was wearing a runic and has lush blonde locks on his head. “Yes, my lord, thank you so much for saving my mate.” Tamara said, wiping her tears and bowing her head to the male who I was seeing for the first time and I looked around me in confusion and everyone in the room who was just watching me was stunned. “My work here is done until we meet again, mortal and fox.”

I've been reading it, been learning about the man who saved me then held me hostage, about why he even needed me and why he's recruiting an army when he's basically immortal. "You're just a weak Lycan who can't even fight his own battles!" I shove the book to his chest before storming into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and waiting for him to go away. ——— Half an hour later, I stand in a foreign clearing that serves as a border between two villages, Ragnar beside me, a faint glow coming from his silver scythe while he blended in with the darkness. "Fitting," I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood.

Torin, the alpha's son of the Night Howlers Pack, experiences a change of heart and seeks redemption for his past actions, expressing genuine remorse for the harm he caused Sable. His unexpected alliance with Sable and Jericho serves as a catalyst for change within the pack. With a heavy heart, Torin stands before the assembled members of the Night Howlers Pack and the Royal Pack. The moon casts a pale glow over them, highlighting the uncertainty etched on their faces. Torin takes a deep breath, his voice trembling as he begins to speak.

“Our best chance is to gather our strength here in Careath. I saw Loctar fall and that was in only one day.” The clansmen all rumbled amongst themselves. Toor stood up. “Termâs?” “Yes, Toor?” “Who or what exactly are we fighting? I have heard a number of stories including yours.” Termâs rubbed his beard. He was remembering the vile scene in Rylltòl. “Well, they are not human.” “What?” Toor looked quite confused. “As I explained to you earlier, the best way to describe them is to call them monsters.” “This is ridiculous!” Sacio jumped up.

“Because your curious, intrigued, and more importantly. You need the help. Every mage you have in that tower isn’t the right one to unlock that book.” “But you are?” Warlord queried skeptically. Rampage nodded slowly. “I am.”

It was a disaster that even warriors at their level feared, much less Legendary Class Magical Beasts like Golden Eyed Tigers. “It should,” the other Barbarian nodded his head in response to his friend’s earlier words. His name was Rasa, and he was a Pseudo Phenom just like Magma. His friend was Waska and he was also a Pseudo Phenom. They were the personal guards of the Barbarian Lord Magma. As Rasa spoke he scooped a handful of snow from his thick hair and dropped it onto the ground. Since the tremors from before had ceased both assumed that the duel between Barbarian and Beast was over.

the Oracle warned. SLAM. More cracks. The Hunters found it now, hitting the same spot again and again. “Do it,” Tamara said. The Oracle nodded and started drawing a circle in salt on the floor. “Step inside.” Tamara looked at Kai. She felt his fear through the bond. Not of the Hunters. Of losing her to something neither of them understood. “Together,” she said, holding out her hand. “The ritual is only for –” the Oracle started. “Together,” Tamara said firmly. “Or not at all.”

The water man said. "I am sorry my Lord, forgive my manners. I just thought you should be resting as you had drained all the blood of the mermaids clan. I wasn't expecting you." Tamara said as she lowered her head. "I already did that but I am still thirsty for that last blood. Our plan worked out from the beginning. I made Avonmora soulmate to the demon king, Tharollin. She had thought that the gods had blessed her with Tharollin, but she didn't know the truth. I have Tharollin where I want him, for I will need a strong body for me to occupy when it's time." The man in a water form said and laughed out. "And again, I shall need Roen's blood to complete the ritual, he is the strongest Wolf."

The woman hissed a bit and Tamara just wanted her to let go. “Yes.” She said, even though she had no idea what she was talking about. Though she knew the mythology, what Ragnarok was, the end of times. At least the Norse end of times. God damn it all Max, this had to be relate to him. What Pandora’s box did you open? Why was Tamara suddenly paying the price? He'd only sent her pictures? What if Max wasn't okay though? Tamara's pulse sky rocketed. Max, she needed to get a hold of him. Here was the warning.

Carrying a corpse across half the realm on horseback would attract too much attention. “Stay low and quiet,” I whispered to the rogues. “We will hit the inner crypt fast and kill anyone who stands in our way, but leave no witnesses who can describe us clearly.” The biggest rogue, a scarred man named Torv, grinned and hefted his axe. “You promised us extra gold if we bring the body out alive… well, intact.” I nodded sharply. “I will double it if we ride out before they raise the alarm.”