Young Diluc Novels & Stories

‘Dudley Langstaff, eh?’ thought Zephyr. “Brother, let me give you a little advice, a newbie like you should stay away from martial arts competition, so why don’t you scoot back to your Beast Peak for more training!” said Dudley’s opponent while exuding a sharp aura. He was a youth of around 20 years old and also wore the initiate’s battle attire. His weapon of choice was a pair of willow-leaf sabers that he carried on his back.

Now, he is a newcomer that no one knows , But he was the boy who was picked up by the best talent in the history of the Ryu Kingdom. “I can't lose to him.” Long Du was an eighteen-year-old apprentice . He is also a novice at the age of eighteen years old in the eyes of others, but he has 10 years of experience. He was a 38-year-old skilled spearman. Long Duo's spear drew streaks of light and continued to dance . ” But is this bastard still far away? As he waved his spear, his eyes were still directed towards the mountains. There is a boy waiting for him. “He is definitely about the same size as me,” the boy recalled.

A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.

“Diablo doesn’t help anybody, he came here for one reason and one reason alone, to take that which you took from him. This fight was between me and you and he made it clear to me that he won’t join as long as he found her unharmed.” “Is that so?” Nikolai chuckled, “it’s surprising he survived my sneak attack, but he won’t survive this time, I have always wanted to take him out,” he smiled and immediately brought out a gun from his coat and fired at Lucian’s leaving back. “No,” Drago shouted.

Win yells. He ducks under Dagon’s swipe, pulls a hidden dagger from his chest sheath, and goes to work. He jabs—pec, stomach, side—and rolls out of reach. Dagon staggers. He’s not long for this fight. I leave Win to finish the job and head toward Lucifer. And I gotta admit—Lucifer? Yeah. He’s hot. Sin incarnate. No shirt, tight pants, flowing hair. It’s annoying, really. But he’s also about to die.

" they all turn toward the familiar voice. Marek ran to him and gave him a huge hug before anyone but unfortunately, the rest stood awestruck gazing at him. Unlike Dylan who was still wearing old clothes of the last century while Lucian had a nice new pair of black pants and a sleeved shirt. His jet-dark hair was long and silky as usual like that of a female, his face was spotless and his lips were pale red, the natural color of his lips complemented his very white skin. "You look beautiful, " Iyyar finally said. Dylan went towards him and gave him a slight hug but Lucian held him tightly to himself. "I missed you brother," Lucian said. "It is very mutual, " Dylan said. Lucian stroke his hai

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"