Rpg Toram Novels & Stories

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.

I could feel the unspoken unity between us, the unbreakable bond that had carried us through countless battles. “Thank you all for coming,” I began, my voice cutting clean through the heavy silence. “I know most of you would rather be guarding your borders than sitting here but what we’re facing isn’t a raid and it isn’t some wandering rogue problem. This—” I gestured toward the map spread across the table “is war.” Murmurs broke out immediately. “The rogues have never been organized before,” Alpha Torran of Clawfang said, slamming his hand on the table. “Now they strike in waves, with weapons we’ve never seen. Silver arrows, wolfsbane blades… where are they getting them?”

She left the words hanging and shook her head again. “See, Damir was kind of a big deal here. Of course, you handed Moscow to him with the hopes that he would remain your loyal dog forever, but his ambition knew no boundaries. And to be honest, he was kind of good at what he does, and a man like him to be someone's lapdog... That was highly stupid to even think.” She paused a bit and eyed me, then got up and started pacing in front of me. “Of course, he didn’t turn out to be the guy you guys hoped he would be. He built his own legacy outside of what you have already given him. Matter of fact, being part of the Turantello was a stepping stone for him. And you handed him the golden opportunity

Ruby immediately became tempted by the offer. But Tony, on the other hand, became more guarded against the mysterious being in front of him. "How do we know you aren't just bait to draw us out? Why should we trust you?" he questioned. "My name is Toran, and I am from the winged clan of the south. I am not privileged to tell you which I am from. The bag I am looking for contains a prized possession of my clan, and I am to put it in a safe place. But I was attacked by the vampire clan. I'm sure the bag would still be in the place the accident had happened because it is dangerous to the vampire clan, so they can't go away with it," Toran explained solemnly, her eyes clear without a hint of dece

she said with a smirk before plunging the knife in my chest. The explosion of pain as the knife pierced through my chest was indescribable. Darkness suddenly closed in and everything turned pitch black. But then, in the midst of the darkness, a bright light appeared out of nowhere. And a beautiful female voice echoed in the void. “Your time is not over yet, Tamara. You have a mission to complete. You will can be reborn with 3 special gifts if you're willing to make 3 sacrifices in return. Do you accept this offer?"

"Control your beast and end this violence at once. Remember where you stand. Do not let your emotions take over and destroy thousands of years of legacy." The flames intensified, and some of my soldiers poured water. The others tried to breathe in the flames. It would not suffice. Those were the flames of a powerful royal dragon. So powerful that even Rothrar himself would not mount a challenge. I was its creator. And so I was the only one who could tame or destroy it. "Brother!" My brother's voice seemed clearer. "Rothrar?" I said. "Ramon." He looked into my eyes. "Remove the flames."

The name carried weight. Danger. “Her father?” “Yes.” A murmur spread through the warriors nearby. Torag. The name alone was enough to unsettle even the Darkbreed. Torag was not just a powerful Alpha. He ruled one of the most feared regions beyond the eastern mountains. His warriors were ruthless. His loyalty to the council is absolute. Krager’s voice lowered. “How do you know this?” “I saw her leave.” “Did she say why?” “She didn’t need to.” Aisha’s blade remained steady.

This was where I met him—Ragnar, the rogue I’d fed coins and secrets to for years, my shadow, my blade in the dark. I pushed through the creaking door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, my heart racing as Ragnar stepped forward, his hulking frame scarred, his yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Not Darius, the warrior I’d pitched to Marcus, but Ragnar, a rogue so vile even the BloodMoon pack shunned him. He was my secret weapon, loyal only to my gold, my promises. “Veron,” he growled, his voice rough, his claws flexing. “What’s the job?”

He brought out the hp laptop in the backpack beside him that was on sleep and quickly but calmly turned it on. “Nice. I need a contact’s details if you wouldn’t mind.” “Okay…” He typed in his password, starting up the system, “…what’s the name?”, he said login into the database, clearing a sequence of blocks and firewalls with infinitesimal ease. “Taylor. Taylor Carlyle.” “An e at the end?” “Yup.” “And…. We’re in” He said, cracking his knuckles then smacking the enter key hard enough to draw Robert’s attention. “Damn.” Trevor exclaimed on seeing her picture and details concerning her height, ‘criminal record’, location, and phone number.