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Wolf Bloodline

King Einar, the astonishing king of the great and only continent, one day decided to choose a new heir to his kingdom from among his five most precious sons. By giving each of them different duties, King Einar did something unchangeable and unimaginable that day. He gave them an order and not only a task or a quest to accomplish, but he also wanted his sons to accomplish their duty with maturity, with honor, and with pride. But nothing, he wanted to do went in order, just because of his son. The eldest and most powerful brother, "Yores", opposed this situation. He decided that it would be better, if the King gave them a second chance. But everything was chosen, and he found himself another solution to conquer his biggest rival. Lost, against anything that he wanted to win. So he made a deal with the most powerful lineage, "The Apocalypse Lineage," to take the throne. And by obtaining power, he started a rebellion. After Yores took the throne, he ruled the people in such a manner for years, damaged many relationships and made himself the evilest person to ever be seen. But even his reign, came to an end. A wolf descendant, one of the strongest lineage's people, challenged Yores. Jiro, the strongest person among bloodlines. He was so brave, so strong, and so dauntless. He was someone who changed many things. The Battle of Jiro and Yores continued for three days exactly, and their battle, being heard all over the continent, changed the entire world. But the real story to be told was only beginning....

ASW · Fantaisie
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286 Chs

Barefoot Cowboy: Part 2

It was one thing for me to pull my weapons from their holsters and fire.

That thing had approached me in the most frightening way, coming dangerously close to ripping out my chest and killing me.

But I had no intention of taking a blow unprepared.

So I waited for his counterattack to come to a conclusion before shooting at him directly between the eyes.

With his hands, the elite soldier had deflected two bullets that were headed straight for him. 

However, it was only a matter of time before the other bullets pierced his head. So, like a small rat, he used his remarkable moves and flew past the bullets.

He was getting much more agilent, but he was also tearing it up, from the good attacks I had made. 

He didn't want to run the same danger when he saw I was going to shoot again. So he just went up in the air and while I was going to pull the trigger, he landed on top of the wooden bridge once more.