Rudeus Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe I was hugging the future queen of Eresus. "I believe that the coast is now clear for you," She pulled away from the hug and stood up, not taking her eyes off mine. "It has been nice meeting you and yet I still do not know your name." "My name is Heliodora," I told her nervously, "Thank you, Adeia. This has been very pleasant." She pulled open her bedroom door and I stepped out, feeling like I could burst. Adeia flashed me a beam before disappearing behind a door. Even though I could no longer see her face, I could picture every detail about what she looked like.

That hipline could cut through anything. Skin, white and pale looked anemic but as beautiful as it could embrace her perfect nose and thick blue eyes. That grown hair ran over her forehead, concealing it and its piggy tail reached up to her neck. The apron hung lifelessly over a simple-minded figurine, while those jeans hung on, exposing those sexy legs. What was really attractive were those lips. Thick, fleshy and so red unlike its color. It when squished, made an image on Aiden, which from then on became his guilty pleasure.

The glint of the moon shone brightly on his weapon as he swings and brought it down at the scare knights. ... "Lord Rudeus, Don't you think you should be more concerned and worried about your army of knights. They will be food for Vondors. You should probably retreat" said Hilligard as he continues to laughs. Lord Rudeus, a man in his 50s closer to his 60s in age sighed and he laughed. “You think I am really weak. If you know me very well, I don't train weakling. I am enticed by strong-willed men. I don't have to worry about a thing as long as I have the seven elements I have a train are there. You sure an unlucky young lad to p

“You do not repeat that name to anyone unless you want this school to lose its mind.” I swallowed. “So, the rumors are true.” His mouth twisted. “More than you want to know.” “What is he?” I asked. Voss exhaled slowly, like the very weight of that question sat heavy on his lungs. “A mercenary. A butcher. A ghost even alphas and covens pretend doesn’t exist. He only shows his face before something catastrophic. Wards falling. Towns burning. Blood on the snow.” My gut clenched. Hard. “And the glaive?” I asked. “Dragonsteel’s not exactly easy to find.”

"Return." The group began to leave, a group of people carrying large mirrors, a group of people walking on two sides. The man is walking in the middle, his figure is tall, and the suit on him makes him even more powerful. The gun on his side seemed to move with every step of its owner, silent but extremely scary. King Ivan coldly stepped into his big black business car, his face in the dim light became more and more deadly. He reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, his chest inside was enchantingly strong.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

I wanted to leave and explore the world,wanted to make more money. I left the orphanage at age eighteen,wanted to start making money and live on my own. I joined a mafia gang and was initiated. I worked for my boss whom I had never seen till I was twenty five. I went to a club to meet him for the first time. He wanted to commend me for a job well done. At age twenty five,I was already tall and muscular. I had a tan skin and a pointed nose,my pink plump lips,they say was attractive. My hair was brown and short too. I always go with an undercut.

My angel in human form. Onto him, I clung and cried for long minutes. Into the ground, I clawed as I crawled to the dead body of one of the intruders, stripping him of his shirt. Theresa fucking Mattia. “Why. . .why. . .why. . .why!” I had chanted—my lips moved against one another as I continued to mumble words that were incoherent even to my own self. I mumbled until Raul lifted me off the dead body of my Cyrus. “Take it with a strong heart, feisty. We lose some, we win some. It’s the game.”

My black fitted tee coming in view. The guy looked at me with an emotion I had known for years, lust. Tsking, I stretched my muscles, producing a pop sound. The crowd roared again making my body twitch in excitement. Taking a step closer, I saw his face filled with scars. A tattoo leaked out of his collar---Black rose with snake. “Back off girl or you’ll lose a limb.” He hissed. "Name?"

They look like they have seen their fair share of battles, their features rugged and menacing, their muscles bulging under their tight-fitting cult-like robes. "We will do it," one of them says in a low growl. The leader of the group introduced them one by one, "This is Vuk, the ferocious one, with a heart of stone and teeth as sharp as knives. This is Ragnar, the silent one, who moves like a shadow and strikes like a cobra. And this is Fenris, the brutal one, who takes pleasure in inflicting pain and suffering. Is it your wish to carry out the work of our Lord Alaric?" he asked.