Rudolph Characters List Novels & Stories

Rudolph on the other hand had brown spiky hair and he was several inches shorter than Tys, Perhaps if he wasn't standing next to Tys, he might be considered handsome, but standing in the same room as Tys, he paled and looked considerably ordinary. "look what the cat dragged in, ain't you the most unlucky soul ever" Rudolph stated "you just made it easy for me to kill you, Tys" he laughs cruelly. His laughter creeps me out and I stifle the urge to scratch his eyes out. "Rudolph, I knew you hated me but I didn't know you would actually stoop so low to kill your own brother, what would mother think if she saw you now?" Tys replied in a pained voice.

The sound of whips and swords hitting his thick fur finally come to rest when the executor's hands had blisters, burning them. Volkan merely stirs, struggling with consciousness. His wolf laying limp on the floor, healing him in the process. To suddenly go still. A whimper leaving his lips, as he senses the aura of someone approaching. The hope on the basis of which he was surviving till now fading. "Ahhh finally! If it isn't our infamous prophesied girl Thora!!!!!" Charlotte's words made deadly silence to follow. As everyone stares turning around,to make way for the Royal guards. Stepping back with fear, to see who has arrived .

Douglas stepped closer to Lily, pressed his body against hers and whispered, "I'll see you soon." He continued to look at Elias: "If the wolf prince can't do it, I can help." Elias bared his wolf fangs and threatened Douglas: "I don't need it." Normally, Elias was a gentle and intelligent person, but when he stood in front of Douglas and mentioned the old story, he became uncontrollably angry.

Rudy rushed over to Alfred and took out a robe from his storage space before putting it around Alfred. Alfred looked at Rudy tearfully. It was like he found his family. He sniffed and wiped away his tears, "Thank you both! I'll definitely repay you!" Rudy stopped him, "That's not the time for this. Who is that guy? What's his name?" Alfred sniffed and turned to look at that warrior hatefully, "That person is called Raul Ochoa. He's an inner disciple from a holy grade clan. I'm no match for him. I was unlucky enough to meet him the moment we entered.

Tom is too realistic for a werewolf fantasy story. "Does that concern you today, Mr. Tom?" Rudolf offset his question. Randolf was at ease and had an easygoing disposition. All the workers started to like Rondolf because of his calm attitude. Rondolf issued a new blank check. "Do I need to give one more sheet?" Rula shouted at him as he was about to place the check on the table. "I don't owe that much!" she explained to Rondolf. "Two is enough," she murmured to him.

"Only the boy." Diana frowned but stopped and said to Rudolph, "Come back to me if you get overwhelmed. Even a little bit, okay?" Rudolph nodded again and continued walking until he stood in front of the king. "What is your name, boy?" The king asked Rudolph who started trembling at the sound of his voice. Diana had to dig her nails into her palms.to stop herself from going to him. "Rudolph Gardner, your Highness," he muttered after taking a deep breath. His eyes never strayed from the ground.

They walked right past Violet as if she wasn't there. Violet stumbled away, struggling to move properly in her heavy pearl-laden gown, and watched Curzon, Dalyla, and Caiphas take hold of the elves. Their fangs sunk into the necks of their victims. An eerie quiet fell on the hall as the entire room drank. Violet looked around, trying not to throw up. "What is this?" she murmured.

He said, stretching out his hand. "This is it.” He gave the menu to Adrian while he turned to me bowing, I nodded in affirmation I could see color draining from his face. “What's your name?” I asked "R..Rudolph." He said, stammering , I could hear his heartbeat already. "Don't worry I can't hurt you.” I said while signaling Adrian to give him the menu and place orders. "Umm… Gulaschsuppe please." Adrian said “Sure.” “What the hell is that,” I asked Adrian after Rudolph had left. “It actually tastes good, trust me you will love it.”

After glaring at Woody, Otto put on a polite expression and said, "Please, Dr. Clarkson, go ahead." They entered a room where the white-haired Rudolf was lying on the bed. His face was even paler, devoid of blood. Slow and shallow, his breathing was akin to a flame in the wind, and his body was unusually weak.

Rudolph replied, unconcerned about the anger in Quinn's eyes. I wasn't surprised that he wasn't intimidated by Quinn's growl. How would he be when he wasn't bothered about defying his king? Rudolph was a force on his own. I was surprised more about why he would growl at me. I had jumped at the sudden growl - I couldn't help it - which was why Quinn had had to jump to my rescue. "What do you mean, Rudolph?" I asked.