Novel & Cerita Yugioh Vivian Wong

"Dominic Blackwood , are you crazy?" He picked up a nearby tie and swiftly wrapped it around my wrist. "Vivian Carter, you want to play games? Tonight, I'll make your wish come true!"

Not only was she from the legendary fifth faction of the Yorks of Hong Kong and Las Vegas, but she was also the youngest daughter of the Old Master of the Yorks and the sister of the current master. Other than that, she also had a special identity. The Lord of Dragon Palace’s wife and the second most powerful person in Dragon Palace, Madam York. Meanwhile, a Toyota Century slowly stopped at the entrance of the flower shop. A tall and thin figure pushed open the door and walked down with an umbrella. His face was quite similar to Harvey’s but more of a masculine and handsome look. He was the type that could instantly leave a good impression on others whenever he appeared. This person was Vinc

Leo sneered, "Who's next?” Vivian was a force to be reckoned with, taking down guards with the ease of an experienced fighter. She was fueled by her desire to please Alice and regain her trust, driven by the hope of forgiveness for her past mistakes. With a fierce determination, she felled guards with ease, her claws sinking into flesh, tearing out eyes, dislodging arms, and punching holes through chests. By the time she was done, she had cleared a path through to an empty corridor.

For all their reservations, they were still very much my people. Loyalty. That couldn’t be bought. In the end, I hand selected a small van full of three wolf shifters and a fox a female for distraction in case I needed her. Vivian was more than a pretty face, however. She had been trained in the way of martial arts since her crawling days. I had more faith in her fighting abilities than anyone. “Are you sure they’re in there?” Vivian asked, craning her neck toward the front of the van. “The place looks awfully quiet.”

' -Franziene/Yuna ~Stargem: Rewrite~

Signoral’s voice dripped with venom, each word biting as she paced relentlessly around the open-air area of the property. The atmosphere felt far too hot, too stifling to contain her anger; any further provocation would unleash the fury bottled inside her. Her lioness, Lily, lay on the floor in her cage, gnawing heartily on a chunk of meat that didn’t seem to satisfy her, consuming it in anticipation of something far more filling. “I’m telling you nothing but the truth,” Yang replied cautiously, his voice trembling slightly, aware of her rage. “I won the case to keep the child, but in the next moment, Vivian just… vanished.”

That man was the son of Marquis Viglianco, who was also Alistair's biological father, and that makes him Alistair's half brother. And magic tower? So he's also a mage. I heard that, unlike the empire that is famous for their swordsmanship, Ravaryn Kingdom was famous for their magic. Shit, what kind of scenario is this?! I glanced at Alistair from the corner of my eyes, and I noticed that I'm not the only one who went rigid at the sight of Ayven. His expression, though unreadable but....

She stood before the wounded Xayvion and asked in a flat voice, “Who are you? Why have you come to my dojo?” Xayvion looked at the beautiful lady. He could sense she had powers above the Quasi Transcendental Bliss Rank. Although Xayvion could not confirm if the lady had entered the Transcendental Bliss Rank, he nonetheless detected that the ladyʼs aura and cultivation were superior to his. Xayvion hurriedly said, “I… I am Xayvion Yeftero. A madman is trying to kill me! Please help me!” Whoosh!

He decided he wouldn't go for Eudora this time as he will be playing Lylia. With that he selected the hero and waited for the game to start. The match started and Yang Shizu a.k.a Misty Feng came into mid. He didn't directly attack the enemy X-Borg. As he is farming through his ally turrent. With the help of his minions. He kept on increasing his level, until he reached level 5 which means all his skills are unlock and he is ready to take the enemies down.

(King Lysander’s P.O.V) Looking through the scrolls and tomes of ancient magic here in the palace of Eferhile. Winnie’s brother, King Bayard, and his wife, Constance, are helping Winnie and I comb through everything. “What are we even looking for Lysander?” Bayard asks, sounding frustrated and exhausted. “We’ve been at this for hours and we haven’t found anything.” Winnie sighs. “Bayard, anything that is a combination spell that includes cloaking,” I mutter.