Timothy Charlemagne Novels & Stories

The other members of the team: Timmy Stormblood 'Tim', the eldest and most matured member of the team. Age nineteen, son of Delactor Stormblood a world renowned swordsman. Tim joined the blade rage with the goal of becoming one of the strongest swordsman in the continent. At age nine he began learning the ways of the sword, at eleven he developed his own sword force and by fourteen he began learning sword style. Wielding the sword dubbed, Confessor's end. Now having a current bounty of ninety thousand perus.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Composing himself, Timothy responded, “Your Highness, I Timothy Hahan, son of late Smute Hahan, am loyal to my king, to this kingdom and I know what you desire. All I want is my family to be looked after, when I am taken over.” Timothy's eyes wandered and landed at Dark smoke. Dankein felt helpless.

In truth, Charlie’s real purpose for this trip was not to meet the government supreme commander at all. The person that he really wanted to meet was Zayne Carter, who was the supreme commander of Ten Thousand Armies in Syria and was also known as the Green-Eyed Wolf King. He wanted to bring Sheldon Schulz back to Oskia under the heavy siege of more than thirty thousand men. So, Charlie’s only option would be to capture the ringleader first in order to bring his followers down.

Timothy had just sent the invitation out of curiosity, to see if she would actually show up. Who would have thought that Liana Yarborough, the pride of the Northern Frontier, would really appear in person? It was obvious that a tycoon in this third-tier small city was barely seen as significant in the eyes of the Northern Frontier elites. Excited, he stretched out a hand and said, "Ms. Yarborough, allow me to introduce myself. I am Timothy, the heir of the Campbell family, one of the Great Four Warrior Clans in Mirage City. I'm also the chairman of Campbell Pharmaceutical."

Hey there, I am Nikolai Vlademyre. It depends on who someone is, as to what they address me as. You can call me Nik. I am the new King of Carpathia. Well, new in our terms. I took over the seat a decade back. In human governments that seems like a long time; to vampires you’re still fresh until you’ve been at it a hundred years or more. I was groomed for the position by the previous King my father, and Queen my mother prior to the crowning, but it was still unexpected. They ruled our part of the world for about six hundred years before their untimely deaths put me in the chair.

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a