Rumbling Bald Novels & Stories

Rumble! On the battlefield, the earth shook, and the sound of an explosion rocked the area. James turned around and saw a humongous beast charging toward him. The beast’s limbs were like pillars of the heavens. With every step he took, the earth shattered, and profound fissures were created. “Him again…” James’s face paled.

an old man sang his joy away. Murai cleaned his face with his palm. He hurled the decapitated head away, and it landed on the ground, rolling over and over again. He ran down to join his brothers in gyration. They danced in excitement, swinging their hands in a dance of honor for a man due for it. When they were tired, they settled down on the ground, anticipating an explanation of what had just happened. Murai was ready to tell them. He still couldn’t believe it himself. What had just happened? Now that the adrenalin had finished pumping, he was faced with the reality of his actions.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” “I heard he’s mute. Maybe deaf too.” “Pity him. Tsk.” Someone also riding a bike came to get the ball. He dribbled the ball while getting near to Trestan. “You okay?” The bald guy asked Trestan but again he just ignored him and left after. “Hey, bald!” The player shouted. “Wanna play with us?” “Uh… No thanks.” He watched Trestan acting tough, and letting those sh*t slide. ‘He hasn’t even complained. When will he grow and learn how to fight?’ Bald guy thought.

When he came to Chu Xun, he reached for Chu Xun's neck. Chu Xun, with cold eyes, suddenly raised his hand and wielded in the air. A white light flashed by. The bald man shivered, his pupils enlarged sharply, and his outstretched hand dropped powerlessly. "Hello, bald. What's up? Do you suddenly have any bad thoughts when you see that this young man is delicate? Don't worry, we all know your hobbies and won't fight for him..." Another big man said and walked over. But before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of a bang. The bald man's head fell from his neck and rolled to his feet, his frightened eyes staring at him.

"Humph, very good. I'll remember you, bald man." Jones snorted coldly. He already bore a grudge against Master Bald. "Master Bald, it's not right for you to do this. You're asking someone to make trouble for Jones? If you do this, you're not taking me seriously!" Tang Jingkuan also looked gloomy and shouted at Master Bald. Master Bald was still under a lot of pressure. He couldn't afford to offend Tang Jingkuan. He knew how cruel Tang Jingkuan was and how many people he had. They were all in this underground boxing field. It was really hard to say whether he could leave the field alive.

He was not very proud of that but still he managed to get out of this trouble. “Ohh do not make me so big… I am an old man still trying to fight the world but some noise makes me irritated and hence it becomes necessary to make them silent” Mr. Riley said. Antoine smiled on hearing that. Mr. Riley was vicious and selfish creature. He was eating Zion from inside and as a part of Zion’s management; he had no trouble doing it. Everything was so easy for him and there were no questions asked.

“We’re going to fight clean, ya hear me?” I eyed my opponent, his torso covered in tattoos, a huge tiger’s mouth opened on his chest. “Ready,” I said. “Ready.” The ref nodded. “Fight.” The energy that forms in those first ten seconds after the fight is called a rush. Both teams start to yell, your coach starts screaming, but the key is not to hear anything. Just the rhythm of your opponent’s feet on the floor, the sound of his hands missing your face. He slung a sloppy uppercut my way which I sidestepped easily. Dude was huge but slow. “Hands up, Merch. Get ‘em.”

heard the sound of stones rolling down the hillside and he moved secretly, fearing something heavy was approaching. Ragnar leaned forward, spear in hand, and leaned his back against the largest stone, a half stone, and another tall stone. But in this way he will not be surprised by unexpected surprises. No matter what, he had to fight his anger. Ragnar knew that if he had to die, as his father had taught him, he would die of his wounds. He relaxed as he licked his lips and placed his hand on the rough spear. The scent I had smelled before became stronger. There was something human and animal about her. It smelled like wolf skin. Now he began to hear faint sobs like a large animal sniffing t

Voices could be heard naming their prices. Each price was higher than the one before. Soon, it reached tens of thousands of dollars. The blind masseuses had sharper hearing than ordinary people. The women in front of me couldn't help but breathe heavily out of excitement as they listened to the prices.

“That bald bastard and his ridiculous wig should prepare himself. I’ll beat his old hairy ass! I swear, after what he has done, I will completely forget that he is our father!” Without another moment of hesitation, Ragnar broke into a hurried stride, chasing after Dax and Villion as they disappeared down the corridor. His footsteps thundered against the floor, driven by the same burning wrath that propelled the others forward. Behind them, Bruno released a slow breath. He reached up and firmly pushed his eyeglasses higher onto the bridge of his sharp nose. For a fleeting moment, an eerie dangerous glow flared within his green irises behind the lenses and then he followed his alpha brothers.