Rpg Toram Novels & Stories

a voice said from the far end of the hall, “but Queen Seraphina won’t be able to answer you anymore.” Ryan turned, voice sharp. “Who are you supposed to be?” The figure stepped from the shadows. He was tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark armor cloaked in grey, not black. His eyes burned with an old kind of hate. “I am Tamar. Leader of the Horax.” My blood ran cold with recognition. I knew that voice. “And the slayer of the Moon Goddess, Lira.” I stared at him. His eyes landed on me. And he smiled.

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.

Odin ordered Wide eyes. Aman sprung into action at once, Seizing the opportunity, He conjured a maelstrom of water infused with lightning, engulfing Narek in a torrential onslaught that sizzled with electric fury. His demon's form flickered, weakened by the combined might of the sorcerers' attacks. Odin's enchantments, intricately woven and layered, encased Narek in a cocoon of radiant energy. The light pulsated, a barrier that Narek struggled to break free from, his roars of frustration echoing across the mountain.

Explosions crackled across his body as burns spread everywhere. He hissed, "That cursed Cathedral holy light. Are you from the Lomuia Grand Cathedral?" Then, Ragnar bellowed in fury before lunging forward again. His agile werewolf body flipped through the air with terrifying speed. Andrew retreated again and again, knowing that Ragnar was nearly unbeatable in close combat. However, the holy light clearly harmed Ragnar. So, Andrew kept swinging his sword. Wave after wave of white radiance, like a surging river, slammed into Ragnar. Although the damage was not fatal, he was completely enraged. He threw his head back and let out a long, piercing howl toward the sky.

"Madam…if you want it for your hair then I will bring odorous oil for you. For now, I have Tara Mir (a kind of oil) and pure mustard oil. I brought it from my village." "Yes, I want this Tara Mir." Biya instantly said what came to her mind first. "But madam, this Tara Mir oil isn't suitable for everyone. It's very bitter. And most often it causes burning in the eyes and pain in the head in most people." Sultan gave her his information. "Ok then give me the other one." Biya finds it also dangerous for herself. Whether it does not happen, on her mission of teaching Sikandar Shah a lesson, she harms herself.

He turned sharply and came face to face with Torlan, the god of thunder and storm of Eyrotia. “Easy Demeus,” Torlan said under his breath. He was a friend of Demeus and her enemy to Oya since her powers crossed with his. “Easy old friend.” Helena was no longer talking, she had a look of curiosity on her face as she watched the exchange between Demeus and this stranger. “Ramus?” she said quietly. Torlan raised a brow at both Demeus and Helena and his lips lifted in a smile. “Ramus, ehn? Why don’t you introduce me to the beautiful lady.”

LYRA. I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy as if rooted to the spot. The rogue's eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, their teeth bared in a snarl. I raised my hands, palms facing them, and summoned a weak burst of energy to defend myself. But he was too strong, too fast. He knocked my hands aside and pinned me against the wall, his claws digging into my shoulders. I struggled, kicking and squirming, but he was too strong. A fist slammed into my stomach, and I gasped for air. Another blow struck my head, and everything went blurry. I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip.

Pack wolves fought fiercely—claws raking bellies, wolves tackling rogues to the dirt, humping the ground in feral dominance even as they killed—but the invaders pressed hard, numbers swelling. 'Elias!' Torin roared, voice cutting through the din. His brother—the beta, loyal shadow to his alpha—had been at the eastern flank, coordinating archers. Smoke billowed from burning huts, the village square a whirlwind of fur and steel. Torin shoved through the press, elbowing a packmate aside to gut a rogue with his claws, intestines spilling in steaming coils. The man howled, clutching his eviscerated gut, and Torin stomped his skull, brains squirting between his toes. Another rogue lunged, axe rais

As she came out of her room, two handsome vampire soldiers were standing waiting for her, “ Hello, who are you guys? I've never seen you two before ” Tara asked the men “ My lady, I am Lamiel and this is Flok. We are your personal soldiers, we have always been near you since you came here but we have been discreet. Whatever you command we follow and we will protect and serve you until our last breath ” Lamiel spoke and they all bowed “ Oh, personal soldiers. I see, no need to be so serious, treat me as a normal person okay as your friend ” Tara smiled at the men and they looked at her with shock, she was not acting like a rude or ignorant princess like the other princesses they've met