Rpg Toram Novels & Stories

Liam said as he bowed to the Alpha. “Go Liam, you're off duty till tomorrow. Get with Felix. He has a new guard rotation. You will be training our new recruit,” Alpha Doug said. “Sir, Yes Sir,” Liam said before standing back up and winking at me before he backed out of the office, leaving me with the Alpha. “So you are the Rogue that somehow managed to acquire 2 decent-looking bitches? How did you manage that son?” Alpha asked.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

Her small frame wrapped around him while he stared at her in shock. ‘How could someone so precious, so wonderful and perfect, say that to someone like me?’ He thought, he couldn’t believe it. Despite his thought, he returned the hug. As always, it was warm and comforting. And soothing. Just like Alastair had instructed, Alexis, Hector, Adam and the five knights as well some back up knights had set out to cure the goblin infestations. David Crotina seemed to tag along occasionally too, claiming he was playing hooky. It was a bit ironic since he was still working.

Verzi and I were stretched relaxingly on the seats sipping on our whisky and soon, we were at the base mansion with sleeping Ari scooped in my arms as we climbed the stairs to the bedroom. Upon arriving inside, I tugged her gently and then exited the room to find Verzi barking orders to Raquel. "If anything, anything at all harms even a single hair on her head, you are going to pay with your life and the lives of everyone in your family. You hear me?" Although that was a little unnecessary, I wasn't going to intervene with how he dealt with 'his people. That was his authority and his alone. "Yes, boss. I will protect her with my life." Raquel stood poised, portraying her power. For a little

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.

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

Thief Tam whispered. "Go scout ahead, Ronny, and enchant him," Christian whispered. Ronny Stedruy immediately enchanted Tam with the first-level spell 'Hypervision', which gives a dark vision for one hour. After Tam left, Christian ordered, "Everyone stay alert. The others drew their weapons and stood guard, waiting for the scout's report. There was no turning back now, even if there was danger. After about half an hour, Tam returned and reported, "It's the orcs' centaurs. There's a cave at the foot of the mountain with a guard outside and I don't know how many people inside.

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.”