Rumbling Bald Novels & Stories

He lets out a long and loud howl, halting the movements around us. Fucking Roland is heading for my mate.

He has no hair, and only his beard serves as a sign for the red mark. Apart from being strong, his voice is also scary. If I had been in the front I might have been intimidated as well. A thin man stepped forward. Like their alpha he is also bald. "Dubla Tan." That's all he said and didn't bow. They are like rebels. That guy won't do well. When the two hunters stepped forward, they immediately looked at me. That look, I often see that to the eyes of rouges where I am about to kill the . Sharp, obviously angry.

"A girl could make a friend." "I have friends," Celandine said. She didn't have though. She was in a dream, lost and didn't remember her memories, how could she have friends? "None I can see," said the one without a nose. He was squat and thick, with huge hands. Black hair covered his arms and legs and chest, even his back. The bald one opened his mouth and hissed like some immense white lizard. When Celandine flinched back, startled, he opened his mouth wide and waggled his tongue at her, only it was more a stump than a tongue. "Stop that," she blurted.

Suddenly, Galen’s head snapped up, and he looked toward the windows. “Do you hear that?” he asked. I frowned at him as Talon pushed forward to listen to all the sounds going on around us, before I groaned when I picked up on the sound he had drawn my attention to. Somewhere in the distance, there was an ear-deafening roar, and I instantly knew who it was. “Storm!” “Storm? The Storm? Tawnie’s second-hand woman?” he asked, alarm in his voice as he looked around, almost as if he thought she would appear out of thin air and attack him.

Tarekdeo had said to Anbir. "I will surely win father." Anbir had replied. Anbir was just like his father Tarekdeo. Ruthless and ambitious. Now they were riding towards the Imperial palace of Shambala to win the contest. "I am not tired brother, I am simply bored," Rudra replied. For his 18 years, Rudra was already very handsome. He was as tall as Anbir with a well-toned body, and chiseled features. Like his brother, he was a trained warrior, and still undergoing education in everything, fit for a prince.

“And a thief? Come on.” “That’s what I thought, too,” Cindy said. “And I don’t have proof. I’m just hearing them. But they’re saying that it’s like a mental disorder, Soren being a thief.” Oh, now, Soren’s a cuckoo, too? Misha wanted to say out loud but kept quiet. “Like him being a thief, there’s a more accurate word for it, medical word,” Cindy said, searching for word. “Kleptomania,” Misha offered.

Gabby smirked in amusement while the bald man shivered in fear. His friend was screaming agonizingly, shaking midair as if life were being sucked out of him. He would rather not suffer, the bald man was sweating as he watched his friend losing one toe after the other. A pool of blood formed on the floor, knowing full well he was next. Olivia saw through the bald man's reaction and knew they got him.

Their friend responded. I tried ignoring the voices hoping they were just all in my head, but I knew better. It was the same thing every day. Rumors would fly quicker than the speed of light and by the end of the day, I’d go home with a face full of tears. I had no friends, and the ones I thought were my friends turned their back on me. A rough shoulder slammed into me causing all my books to scatter across the hall floor. Laughter filled the halls and I didn’t even bother to see the culprit. I bent down and attempted to pick up my books that people rudely kicked out of my reach.

My mind raced, trying to comprehend the sudden turn of events. As I held my breath, the door swung open once again, and a hulking, bald shifter loomed into view. His nose bore the marks of multiple fractures, giving his face a gnarled appearance. Thick, unruly eyebrows perched above his squishy, pink complexion, rendering his small eyes almost inconspicuous within the landscape of his features.

I saw the door barge open, and I heard the bald man exclaim, “Who dare to interrupt!!” The bald man’s face turned to the door side too, and upon seeing whoever or whatever he saw, he moved away from me. “How dare you come here!” He uttered, raising his voice. He moved toward the door, and a heavy sound echoed. The bald man stumbled back and he fell. Surprisingly, the person who barged the door open gave the bald man a fitting kick to his big, protruded stomach. Slowly approaching the bed, the figure looked down at me. It was a tall, muscular figure that I could not see properly. But with the figure, I confirmed that it was a man.