The Great Khali Debut Novels & Stories

Khali. She was smirking and smiling with a sinister grin on her face. She was not the usual Khali that I knew. She started touching me from my ankles up my legs and up to my thighs. Then she started leaving painful scratches on it. I whimpered; her long nails that seemed like claws scratched my body. She was hurting me. I shut my eyes closed and winced in pain. “Khali, no! Please stop!” I screamed and pleaded with her as blood trailed down my thighs. My skin was burning as her nails pushed deeper and deeper into my skin. Agonizing pain tortured me, and I begged her to stop.

Alisha, Master Manson’s youngest daughter asked. “Yes, Miss Khailis. Do ask him! We all know he likes you. He always talks about you and how the two of you met when he was a kitten.” Despite her failed plan, Khailis smiled. At thirteen, she had met Gavil in the woods one night. While practicing her sword strokes against a rock, she spotted a giant eagle trying to carry off a small, furry animal in its claws. Khailis shooed it away, and when she looked down at the furry animal on the ground, she was amazed to see it turn into a human – a boy with perfectly tanned skin and beautiful, golden brown eyes.

' Even thinking of that thing sent a chill in his spine, all hairs of his body stood up straight, cold sweat was pouring on his forehead, he shivered involuntarily. All of them came in front of the Dracendale's entrance. They took a defensive position hiding behind the trees, they needed to investigate first, there might be an ambush waiting to embrace them. The young chief made a hand seal and uttered something in a low voice, instantly a milky white rabbit formed of pure magic, its glowing eyes were golden colored the same as the young chief. He sent the rabbit to investigate the entrance and the surroundings of the Dracendale. A while later the rabbit came back, the young chief caught it

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.

Very elaborate stick figures danced and moved from one side to the other as actors in Neon with horns, halos and beard to symbolize each of the mentioned characters. "The chipped little angel who made the bad life choice of falling in love with the real fuck, died of stupidity and the little freak almost went along "a little stick doll appeared, one that had a horn on one side of the head and half halo on the other"but the real fucker managed to save the Mirim aberration and thanks to that, he clung to the creature that helped him with garrinhas and fangs "a very poorly drawn fire bird appeared in the corner, spitting fire"the creature that also had no neurons, used the real fuck as a consol

Khalid's strength and speed made him almost invincible, and he took down several of the enemy soldiers. As the battle raged on, a sudden tremor shook the ground. The sky turned dark, and a loud roar echoed throughout the land. Everyone, including Khalid, was surprised and terrified by what they saw next. A giant dragon appeared, breathing fire and causing chaos everywhere. It was unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. The dragon swooped down and attacked both the prince's army and the enemy soldiers, causing widespread destruction. Khalid, who had never seen anything like this before, was stunned. He knew that he had to act quickly to protect the elders and the prince. He summoned all

She said as she gasped for breath “I have done to you what you did onto me with extra bonuses slut” Chaos replied flatly “Who do you even think you are?” “You should have asked that before you started to mess with my mate when I got here. But I will tell you anyway… I am Khione Dava Chaos, 3rd child to King Chaos and heir to his throne.My father is the King of Kings of the underworld and the lord of Lords of all darkness that exists in this realm and the other.

“Yes. We shall begin in two days. Organize the soldiers, but keep knowledge of this new Great Other to a necessary few.” She bowed and exited. Calls of crows filled the dusk air. Drums covered in stretched human skin were beaten with bones of animals. Beasts of all kinds were summoned to the edge of the veil to await their wave in the coming attacks. The creature in the tent licked the blood off his finger, reveling in the coming fall of this wretched world and the despicable Kingdom above it. Yes, Celena would die, along with all the gods and Ancients. Then the grand hunt for this Great Other would begin.

Khali: Hi Sherlock: Hi, how are you? Khali sat by her bedroom window. As the phone rang, her gaze appeared to be fixed on the world beyond the window, though it was difficult to discern for sure. Sherlock was Khali’s first friend, whom she encountered via text message. Khali has given him the name “Sherlock” as a nod to her admiration for the legendary detective, Sherlock Holmes. Khali: I am OK. What about you? Within a few seconds, Sherlock replied.

“Call me if you need backup.” “Not a chance in hell.” Gage’s laugh followed him out into the hallway. When Khalia opened the door Hunter was surprised to find her alone in the room. She was dressed in a pair of black stretchy pants that hugged her thighs and a light gray sweater that belted at her waist. Her hair was a mass of coffee brown curls that spilled halfway down her back and she didn’t have a trace of makeup on. Still sexy as hell, even with the scrape on her cheek. And her smell. God, the air was infused with that mix of shampoo, lotion and feminine warmth. She smelled so good it gave him the insane urge to bury his face in the curve of her neck and breathe in more of her.