Young Diluc Novels & Stories

He laughed and turned to Yulia and I could feel Iran getting agitated. "Ms. Yulia, it's always a pleasure to see you," he began. " Alpha Deucalion," Yulia answered. "Please, call me Duke, all my friends do." He smiled and I could swear I caught something else in his eyes. Was it Lust? Curiosity? Whatever it was, I did not like it. Yulia looked around Deucalion. "I am surprised none of your daughters are with you." "Maybe you should look harder," Leia, the youngest daughter of Duke said as she joined us.

I stuttered, forcing the words out of my mouth. The corners of Alpha Leonardo's mouth curled up, revealing his teeth. His eyes furrowed at the sides, creating a web of fine lines that seemed to radiate evil. His smile was cold. “I don’t forgive my enemies. The only way you can save your father is if you strike a deal with me.” Slowly he leaned forward, his lips closer to my ear sending a chill down my spine as he cruelly whispered, “Be my pet for one year in exchange for your father’s freedom.” His husky voice sounded menacing.

The single-eyed black-clothed youngster's gaze turned cold and detached. The young man was Ding Tong, a terrifying genius martial artist who came back again and had unknown power.

One of the 16 Paladins shouted, "Boy, I don't care who you are. Give me what you have, and I'll let you live!" Yang Xiao glanced at the speaker. This person was 1.9 meters tall, burly, bald, and had a shiny roof. He held a heavy sword in his hand and a Las Vegas ax at his waist. "Olandu, you are no match for me. Take your men and leave. I will let you go back to Europe alive!" After having his name called out, Aulendor narrowed his eyes, “You recognize me?” The middle-aged man next to Elder Crocodile was apparently familiar with Aulendor, “Baldy Ao, where are the sixteen of you standing? Your image is the most unique, so how could you not recognize you?”

For Lucian, this was not a distant fate but a reality that shaped his entire upbringing. From the tender age of five, Lucian was introduced to the world of combat. His father, King Alaric, had been a formidable warrior himself, and he ensured that his son was trained to surpass even his own legendary prowess. Lucian’s days were filled with relentless drills, swordsmanship lessons, and brutal sparring sessions. He learned to wield a sword before he could properly read, and his instructors were unyielding, pushing him to the brink of his endurance.

I look at him in awe, his smile and his dimples make me remember that of Eren's. “You got dimples too!” Eren says excitedly as he notices the guy’s dimples. “Mommy got dimples too.” He whispers to him, glancing at me. “But ours are more indent than hers.” He flatters himself, forking his fingers in his dimples. The guy chuckles and ruffles the soft dark hair of Eren. “Beautiful.” He mutters, his eyes strangely sparkling. “Look mom!” Eren cries out, jumping a little. “His eyes are the same colour as mine!”

And what's even better is that he's also a lolicon, when they heard this news, the maids didn't worry about Lilith's injury ------ And Alara is starting to regret that she just told Sasuke to take Lilith to the hospital ------ Sasuke age 16, the eldest son of the Yu family, thunder and earth double attribute magic swordsman, born with a pair of red and hook jade-like pupils, is a thousand years of rare genius, at the age of 8 years old, he discovered the three major skills of his pupils, the first to make people hallucinate, the second launch a black flame in general water can not be extinguished, and the third generation of a kind of bone armor, used for defense.

"Then, how could they manage to get that massive number of weapons, mastering it skills or to scheming a strategy to overthrow the palace? It is so strange." Just when he drowned to his mind, somebody knocking his office door. He could hear Doctor Hambbel's shaking voice from behind the door, "Yo-your Excellency, the-there is someone, someone who wants to meet you." "Come in." Armano said while he's hiding the reports in his drawer. "Long time no see, Duke Lancia." A young man in his early twenty, with dark charcoal hair and a pair of deep golden eyes, appeared. He has an ideal body preposition, the result of continuous sword training. There is something charming on his warm smile. Even Arma

Ryu’s voice played in my head. “Not now!” I began to tilt my head several times, trying to get his voice out of my head. “I’m here now.” I felt something raising me up from my chin. How could he look more handsome in armor than in those robes? Maybe I was losing it now. “Who was that?” He questioned. It occurred to me that Ryu was actually standing before me and the voices in my head were actually coming from him. I lowered my head, acknowledging the sacrifice Delilah had taken so she wouldn’t cut my mission short.

she added, smiling at her. Then suddenly, Lilac saw unrecognition in Emily’s eyes. “Oh, my apologies; I neglected to introduce myself.” She chuckled softly. “My name is Lilac, and I am Dillon’s sister,” she stated. Emily was taken aback when she learned that Dillon had a sibling. However, she was aware that their personalities were distinct. Dillon is cold and authoritative; he’s a Beta, after all, whereas Lilac is a happy-go-lucky one. “We’re so relieved that you’ve regained consciousness,” Millie said as she assisted her in sitting up. “I’ll check your vital signs, and then you can eat, all right?”