Novel & Cerita The Unbreakable Walking Stick

Some were as large as cathedrals, their iron ribs picked clean by time and the Glass-Walkers. "This is where the First King’s enemies came to die," Audrey said, stepping down from the city’s boarding ramp. She was accompanied by Lucas and a small guard of Smoke-Walkers. From the shadows of a rusted hull, the leader of the Glass-Walkers emerged. He was a man who seemed more stone than flesh, his skin grey and translucent, his limbs elongated by generations of climbing in the dark. He carried a staff tipped with a pulsing, violet crystal—the same "Void-Energy" that Audrey carried in her scars.

He smiled and said, "Hey kid, Dax and I thought something bad happened to you since we didn't receive any news from you for a few days." While talking, he assisted Ambrose in inspecting his wounds. However, Ambrose's heart was primarily concerned with Heather. He said shakily, "Please, Uncle Chester and Uncle Dax, save Heather. The rope around her waist is custom-made—" His heart was full of Heather, and he loved her to the bone. He had not forgotten Heather was tied to the pillar. "Easy peasy," Dax said. He swung the Sky Breaking Axe and broke the rope on the pillar. The Sky Breaking Axe was the world's reputable Grand Weapon. No cord could withhold its sharpness.

As his words fell, the black-suited butler next to him handed a black walking stick to the man. Smack! The man took the stick and slammed it into Robbie’s shoulder! With just one strike... Crack! The sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly. Argh! Robbie fell directly to the ground, groaning miserably. Then, he got up after painful difficulty and knelt properly again! His entire right arm hung limply as if broken! “Trash! I’ve raised you for so many years but someone has destroyed you with petty means!” The man stood up at this moment, his leg seemingly giving him some problems. He shouted angrily, “Boasting all day long about being one of the 12 Emperors of Entertainment, but you can’

That day when Casa went home, he curiously showed his new stick to his mother which she praised, through his mother Casa also came to know that his stick was of yellow color. After that day Casa started happily roaming around with his new stick, he thought was blind realized that his stick used to change its shape and size according to its requirement while walking, as Casa grew elder he observed that his stick to grew with him, it was very un natural yet Casa never bother about it since this yellow stick was his only mate from his childhood.

Walkers were considered one of the weakest dregs of the Undead society. Just like Beastmen had star warriors, Undead also had their own hierarchy, and Walkers sat at the base of this hierarchy. Walkers were generally weak and could be defeated by even 1 Star Beastmen with little difficulty. They only became an issue when they attacked in large numbers. The cry of one Walker could attract the attention of ten more, and ten could attract the attention of a thousand more, and a thousand a million! Therein lay the strength of Walkers – the absolute ability to never be alone; yet this did nothing to change how they were looked at by both Beastmen and sentient Undead. To them, Walkers were disposa

Pictures of uncorking champagne glasses and flying graduation caps surrounded the giant words. A simple white fence surrounded the backyard, which Janice easily hopped over. I hope Alexia isn't three hundred pounds. Janice thought to herself as she duck-walked across the backyard to the door at the rear of the house. Or ninety… She had always been a slender girl, and weight room boredom had given her a nice, lean shape, but the last time she saw a two-digit weight was at age eleven.

She grinned widely and motioned me to follow her. "Be careful with the wheelchair. The trail seems really bumpy." I warned her, while trying not to trip over a rock in the dark. "I have been here more than you can imagine. I know every corner of this forest." She replied. We walked and walked, even though I told her to get back home when a spider got stuck in my hair and I lost my balance, tripped over and hurt my elbow. "Where are we even going to?" I was getting frustrated by walking through the endless trail of hell.

“It’s just a walk.” “Uhm,” “Come on, it’s just a walk.” Tippa reluctantly agreed, softly smiling up at him. Tippa couldn't resist the offer. She wanted to get to know him, too, and was so ecstatic he made the effort to find a way for them to talk. She reasoned it was a simple walk, and she wasn’t on the clock. So, they began walking, he said. “So, you are not from here, are you?” “No, how can you tell? Is it my accent?”

With renewed determination, I grab my bag and head out the door. *** I take a deep breath, squaring my shoulders, and march into the opulent lobby of his high-rise building. The place reeks of wealth and power, but I‘m not going to let that intimidate me. Nah-uh. I've heard tales about Ethan, and "charming" isn't exactly the word that pops into people's minds when they talk about him. But hey, it's a big project, and I can't let his reputation deter me. I just have to keep my cool and show him what I'm made of.

She knew she had to drive the point home before he could recover. Sliding the engagement ring off her finger, she held it for just a second too long, the weight of it unbearable. She hurled it at his feet, the tiny band clinking against the ground with a finality that felt like a death knell. “Take your stupid ring,” she spat. “And don’t ever come near me again.”