Zoro To Novels & Stories

the Kea asks, and I watch as Garlof sends Burk a smug look before stepping forward. He walks down to the group of Makskins and stops in front of the famous Zor. "Zor of Makskin, I offer you my hand," Garlof says, and I watch as the burgundy beauty looks him over. "Commander Garlof, you have fought bravely, and I am honored to receive your offer. However, I must refuse. I have decided to ask Commander Burk to fight for me," Zor states, sounding confident, and I almost laugh at her.

One of them raised a hand to strike her. “Stop!” Zorro commanded. His eyes narrowed, fixed on the bedraggled girl. “What did you just say? Say it again.” Tears welled in Zora’s eyes. Her voice trembled. “Father… my name is Zora. My mother is Ximena. I am your daughter. I came all this way just to find you.” The name struck him like thunder. “You’re… Zora?” He had known of her, but never seen her face. To see her now, looking like a beggar, shook him deeply.

Thorne’s POV Thorne was supposed to be Zora’s knight, but Neo had made a fool out of him. Right in front of Zora. While he’d been fighting to protect her, he saw how her eyes filled with pride at Neo’s quick movements. She never once cast that look at Thorne himself, despite his attempts at filling his duties as her protector.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

Hunter assured, trying to dispel her fears. “Send Garm, please. I'm afraid of dying, and you not being here,” Zora whispered, expressing her vulnerability. “You're not going to die, Zora. I promise,” Hunter asserted with the confidence only an Alpha could offer. But Zora insisted on her intuition. “I feel it,” she murmured. Understanding Zora's distress, Hunter finally agreed. “All right, I'll send Garm to be with you,” Hunter promised, as his eyes met Zora's.

Zoro sighed, before walking over to where I was seated. I started off by asking him if he has a girlfriend or a mate, and about his family. Zoro's face darkened at the mention of family, and anger oozed from every pore in his body. I quickly changed the topic and asked him about things he likes, but I only got a terse reply from him. "Forgive my manners," I apologized. "I didn't even offer you a glass." "That won't be necessary," he replied. "I'm fine."

*ESME * Zoris is the type of man who doesn't give up easily, he always tries to get what he wants without having to force, but rather persuade. The subtle methods he used were very easy for me to reject for many reasons. I'm not the type of woman who easily gives up on a man's good looks, and a good body even though he is now taking off his clothes right in front of me.

Zandro is already done eating his dinner at the Bro's as he was talking to Marky about a lot of things. "Get ready for tomorrow were heading home for a weak or two..." Zandro murmured as he was tipsy at the moment. They decided to drink a little since Zandro must be free for the time being. Lucky for the people who can invite him to drink liquor... He is Zandro David Accetturo for pit sake! All people wish to have a little time with him... But he is just a dream for the common people but in Marky's case, he wants to take a break from his present... Being with him is really a suicide attempt! Is he planning something again and he invited me to go with him to Country Z? "Aahhmmm! Im busy... Yo

"What?, we are not gonna stay here and watch them be taken, if that's a real true life dragon then they may even be ours, what am I saying? last I heard there has only been one life dragon in Hanorak in the last twenty years'' Minre pointed at his tattoo ''Ours''. Zutara huffed out a breath, the sword in her hands felt clumsy and unyielding, to her left Sikorra gritted his teeth sword clashing with that of a soldier with such force it made her teeth ring. Riz was on the ground beside her horse the canteen of water that she carried around was uncorked and still strapped to her waist and the water within she bound into a whip wound around her hand, she lashed out pulling a man down from his

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h