Ryu Hanbi Novels & Stories

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Li Mansion, Inside the bedroom, When mother Yoon calmed down, Dr. Bai asked, “So my little friend Su Ryeon, seems that you never gave up on your passion, I am sooo happy for you!!” She knew that Qin Su Ryeon was an excellent hacker and was the group leader of the Lion clan’s intelligence team during her high school days.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

His green shirt was like jade, and his black hair was like a waterfall. The morning sun in the east sprinkled the fiery red light on him. He looked as if covered with a layer of red armor. His long black hair fluttered in the wind. This extremely handsome man was not any other but Ding Hao, the Saber and Sword Addict.

BRAR! "I feel my duty here is only as a lighter." Asura came out of Arya Santanu's body in the form of a fire-tailed cat. He waited for the five fish that Ki Janggan Nayantaka had just burned. "Finally this time we can rest in peace. No demons, undead or other scary things." Arya Santanu leaned his body against a tree trunk. Above him lay a roof of shabby cloth. "Hiranyaksipu was known as a master of mace weapons. His body is very hard, as hard as Bajra. We must be careful when fighting him." Ki Janggan Nayantaka turned over the fish he was grilling.

Between the two men standing there—having long abandoned any hope of using an umbrella—their breaths, thick and suffocating enough to sear the lungs, mingled intensely in the vibrating air. Yuhwan’s solid, heavily built frame—stretching an imposing 190 cm with proportions that felt meticulously sculpted by a deity—exuded a wild, feral dominance combined with his drenched black hair. His muscles, glistening under the slick coat of rainwater, were coiled tight and ready to burst, like a predator cornering its prey. Standing right beside him, Haneul Jang’s crimson hair was equally soaked, clinging to the slim line of his shoulders as water cascaded down. Through his translucent, wet shirt, Hane

I thought you had a boyfriend. ''Yes, why? '' Kianna looks at her with a questioning look. "Then why are you meeting up with that guy?!'' Ryuu laughs at Kianna. ''That man is Trev Yasuo. Silly.'' Trev Yasuo is Ryuu's boyfriend. Soon to be his fiance. He is half Japanese, just like Ryuu. ''Ahhhhh, you got me worried, I thought... Ahhh, I hate you.'' Ryuu laughed, and so they headed outside after the one who would be looking after the animals arrived and exchanged Ryuu for her shift.

And finally, Hanzo Hishachi, Master of Fire. “You should not be here!” Bi Han says. “The God of Thunder in our realm? Should we teach him not to cross worlds?” Hanzo asks, holding a chained kunai spear on fire. I see that the rest of the Grandmasters have their weapons. Fujin has his No staff, Geras has his mallets, and Bi Han has his ice swords. I prepare myself for a fight until Fujin steps forward. He looks around at the forest. “Did you do this?” Fujin asks.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."