On a chopper heading towards the outskirt of London. I was flanked on each side by Major Triston Allen and Sergeant Anderson Marshal.I found out they persuaded the embassy to send them along on this suicide mission, I didn't know why they insisted on coming along, but I became wary.“I heard Minos de First killed about 2,300 of his apprentice just to revive his dead soulmate. And in addition to the 2,300 souls he revived, he now commands a horde of death knights and skeleton soldiers.” Major Allen said over the headset. I kept quiet as I knew he was baiting me into a conversation. Sergeant Anderson decided to answer his question.“No one has ever gone into his cave and returned.” Anderson said.So he truly is the most terrifying Necromancer alive. No one has ever return? I heard an adventurer made it out but his body was already corroded by the dark magic and he died moments later.” Major Allen said, then he glanced at me. I wasn't a duchebag but I just didn't trust these men as they
TISH BAM!I used my shield to block a fireball, then I saw the clone summoned a ball of lightening but it was too late.I couldn't react in time as no human was a fast or faster than lightening.I fell to the muddy ground and convulsed as I felt about a thousand volts racing through my body, the armor did its best to absorb the hit but I didn't go untouched.I tried my best to stand but couldn't, I felt my blood dry up.“You can't even take one blow from me? So pitiful, yet you pride yourself of being powerful.” He taunted.I felt so much pain and so much anger that I wished for Minos to just die. I then felt my breathing become heavy.“Your immense pain and anger broke me free from Minos' hold. Shall we make them know what true pain feels like?” The demon wolf spoke to me telepathically.“I want them to burn.” I said and stood up.“I WANT THEM ALL TO BURN!” I screamed with anger burning in my eyes. I just want to have this clone's head.The clone looked at me, he frowned and waved hi
We arrived at a small town, under the pitch black night. The folksweren't exactly the friendly type either. I strolled around the streetsearching for an eatery or at least a snack-bar.I found a bar and I went in. I was greeted with the silence themoment I got in. The bustling bar had turned into a graveyard.“You lost fella?” the male bartender asked as he reached his handbelow the counter.“You need food or milk?” He asked again and that's when I knewsomething was up. I turned around and looked at the fear strickenmen and women staring at me.“Good Sir, is it liquor you want?” he asked again. I smeltgunpowder and I knew the bartender was holding a gun ready toshoot in case I turn out to be the bad guy.He was a middle-aged bald man, he wasn't brawny, he seems to nothave eaten for a year.“Do you have steak? With lots of sauce. Oh yeah, I'll need that milkyou mentioned earlier as well.” I said. I still stood by the door.“Pick a table Sir. I will get your orders ready.” he said and w
I jerked up and looked at her with anger.“Don't spout lies against Simran, she can never break my trust.” Isaid pointing my sword at her.“You do not believe me? Then allow me to convince you.” she saidand walked over to me in a sexy manner, tracing an invisible line onmy shoulder, then to my chest, I held her hand.“Tell me why I should not kill you right now.” I said withannoyance.“Because I have proof she's not your soulmate anymore. Your matehave always dreamed of a threesome fuck (two males and onefemale), so we sent her a lot of males to choose from. Who knows,she may already be in the bed with Drake Diamond and Austine,they are the males she's compatible with.” she laughed lightly andstepped back.I stared at her for a moment and then laughed.“You can't fool me, I know exactly what my mate can do and whatshe can't and won't do.”I then swung my sword at lightspeed and a thin line appearedaround her neck, blood seeped out and the head fell, and so did thebody.*AHHHHHHH*A hi
In a superb football field. Well trimmed grass, sunny weather, fans screaming in ecstasy to show their supports to the individual teams, flags were waving in the air. Twenty-two men clad in two different uniforms were running around the field doing their best to outdo the opponent team.Wardens F.C team were known for their gold uniform, while their opponent, the Crowders wore their signature Red and Black.Zachary Bemba was a striker for the Wardens F.C and right now he had managed to get the ball for the first time since the match began.“Zachary has just gotten the ball at his feet, will he be able to cope with his knee injury?” a male voice was heard through the speaker of the soccer field.“We all know that he won't score, I wonder what the coach was thinking when he put Zachary Bemba on the pitch.” another male voice came from the speaker.Biff Bradley and Antonio Espera. The two best commentators in all of TSF (Tron Sports Federation).Tron Empire mostly valuable sport was socc
Zachary Bemba was woken from adeep slumber by the crowing of arooster. His eyes abruptly rolledopen, glazed over with the remnants of a dream or rather anightmare.Zachary was first aware of the foul polluted air with a stale fragrance. It was nothing similar to the coolness of the air and its fresh fragrance he'd grown accustomed to in the big city of Alistair of the Tron Empire.He was lying on an abnormallysmall foam which didn't seem to be the same as the king-size bed the TSF provided all it's players. It wasvery uncomfortable and hurt hisback when he stirred.Zachary blinked as his as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the room before propping himself up and orienting himself to the surroundings.He was in a room with worn out brick walls that had holes in it. Small sewed in ragged curtains hid the shabby small glass window on one side of the cramped chamber-just leaving a shy peek of the dirt filled road beyond. One wooden seat and a roughly made table stood at the
Zachary was jogging at a steadypace. He was mindful of neither the ever-present potholes in the dirt-roads of the Kinsh town nor the mud heaps brought about by the rain of the previous day.He hummed the Chris Brown song(Don't Wake Me Up) that was supposed to be released two yearslater.Zachary smiled softly. He was in a good mood. Above him loomed the blue sky with just a few stratus clouds making their unhurried way toward the town hall. The sun was already a golden ball of yellow above, promising more heat as the day progressed. All in all, he could not have asked for better weather to complete the system mission.It had been six days since Zachary returned to the past, and he was very close to completing the tasks in his first system mission.He had been exercising like there was no tomorrow in his vocabulary.With the Superstar system, he hadthe motivation to work hard andthus never once thought aboutgiving up when the going gottough.Every morning, he would start witha r
I regained consciousness only to find myself in a pitch black room. It was so dark I couldn't even see past myself. I was seated on some kind of chair but I don't know what. I tried to stand but my body won't obey me, I decided to meditate and link to the demon wolf but I felt nothing.“Do not trouble yourself with that which is out of your reach.” a voice said. Though sweet and soothing, I felt malice and hatred from it.“Who's there? Show yourself!” I said trying my very best to remain calm.“The great and mighty Roman Prince, Maximus Aurelius, harbinger of death, now degraded to a lowly captive.” she said and laughed maniacally.I tried to recall how I got here, how I lost consciousness and who this crazy girl is.“By now you must have known you can't connect to the demon wolf inside you.” she laughed again.I knew then that this witch may have something to do with me losing connection to the demon wolf.“What did you do to me witch?” I asked.“Temper, temper. Tsk tsk tsk. You know