Rumbling Bald Novels & Stories

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.

His ripped body glistening with oil. "Where were you all day? You missed the contest." "Did you win?" Rudra asked. "Of course! I am Anbir. I was the first one to find and retrieve the pearl from a talking swan." Anbir chuckled. Rudra was pleased. It meant he could stay longer. He leaned back into his chair. His hands clasped behind his head while he stared at the ornate ceiling. "Excellent! Did you say a talking swan? So Shambala does have mystical creatures."

The bald one, who appears to be their leader, approaches me with a gleam in his light eyes. His scar cuts across his bald head and ends right above his eyelid. When he speaks, it's in a thick Eastern European accent. "We should start with this one. You'll scream for your uncle and husband, won't you, kitten?" Two men charge toward me, each trying to grab me by the arm. I kick and push at them, but not only am I outnumbered, but my body also doesn't feel like mine. My movements are slow; every time I punch them, they laugh and speak in their language, which I don't understand.

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.

Mia on her part was trying to disguise her moves in case they were going to find her out like that. What a surprise, a rogue wolf jumped on Delilah calling her Raven. "He's a fool" Kathryn mocked. Of course he was or perhaps he wasn't told that Raven was a superior and a boss. The rogue was supposed to be looking at the ones with gloves.

A sudden humming noise burst out in the space around him. The frequency of the vibration sounded like countless bees' wings, and it made his eardrums thrum so hard that he felt a piercing pain. His vision seemed to blur. "That brat!" Baldur clenched his teeth. Even he was finding it hard to resist the humming. It seemed to be attacking his very soul! Baldur clenched his teeth, and as he did so, Sean's fist came flying toward him as fast as lightning. In just a moment, it tore through the air and appeared right in front of Baldur.

When they saw me, they immediately clasped their hands together with their fingers intertwined. "How dare you come empty-handed, Jeanette?" Donald questioned with a dark look on his face. "I didn't expect you to be such an embarrassment. Look at the rags you're wearing! You even have a bunch of bandages on you. How disgusting! You're doing this on purpose to cause trouble for me, aren't you?"

And now he's gone too. Rosie is in all black and has a black trench coat wrapped around her body as the weather this morning changed and it started to snow, it’s not that uncommon to snow in Flagstaff, but when it does it falls heavily. She stares at his grave that has snows around it, his tombstone is all frosty. She forwards her hand and touches the tombstone, to wipe away the frost with her hand. But as soon as she touches it a voice speaks out of nowhere and startles her. "Rosie." A voice calls out to her. Her head snaps and silently stares at the woman in front of her, the woman is in her late 40s’, she is middle aged, medium built and has an awful lot of makeup on. Upon staring at her