Essay On The Story Of Chapter 1

"It's not worth the trouble." Letting go his vest, 'Reiner' started to follow his other friend. "Come on Berthodt."

He could smell the rotten flesh of the enemy that he killed earlier. The creature stopped trying to get on this side, as if someone had just drained all his energy. The creature was dragging himself towards Andries’s mom’s room, which was on the other side of the hallway. Andries pulled out his pocket knife and lunged towards the creature.

The idea of an angel falling from the sky sounds thrilling and mystical, but in Marquez’s short story is not about the angel, but more about the crown that gathered around him. The way the winged man was treated was brutal and compassion at the same time. While, the people were throwing substances at him like an resident of

It was almost as if the world had become brighter, more alive. She saw the moon glowing through the window behind the armchair, and felt as if she had been jolted awake from a deep sleep. An electric shock- painful, stinging- spread throughout her body, and made the image of Reesa screaming in front of her very vibrant. But Marya could not hear her screams, nor her pleas of mercy from the large, muscular dark figure that held her back from reaching Marya’s hand, from taking comfort in her one and only friend’s reassuring touch. She saw Reesa’s father step out from behind the muscular man, baring a wicked grin, and whispering vengeance into her ear, but she did not hear

“It seems that we need to head in this direction.” The knight added. Zerdek just nodded, adjusting his armour piece as they made their way to the location.

The Shaman clawed and growled at the remaining tardocs, pushing them together. "Get her into the cave!" Its claws slashed the muzzle of one of the attackers.

The teenage boy from earlier, crawled towards her whispering. “Pst, I can help you. If you can hold out his attack with your shield once more, I can stop him from

"BloodDemon?" I looked back at a young tom, ShadowCore, he was the Beta Male of the Tribe, strong and handsome, he should make a good alpha in the future, "Yes?" I called back to him, and stopped the rest of the tribe stopped as well and started to chat with eachother

Diane was quickly reminded of Merlin's presence with a slight prod from the sin. She at least had no reason to worry about any more Wendigoes for the time being - She had already looked around for them a while ago. It was somewhat nice to be worried about though. At Merlin's comment, it suddenly felt a little bit more around the wendigoes. It was still nice at the very least. Diane replied quietly, ❝ I think it

“Oh, lovely,” said Lionel with a grin. “Just another one to add to my vast collection.” The knight commander lifted up his long, curly-blond hair from his neck and touched his burn. “Joan did a good job tending to it. I thought it would feel much worse.”

He looks at Corus. “I know. I made Corus tell me when I woke up and you were gone. I followed you. Sorry, I didn’t want to tell you, you know, that I saw my birthday present. Almost jumped on that man who fixed your sword, but you didn’t seem too uncomfortable, so I waited,” he says. “If it hadn’t been for the soldiers I would have been there, especially when you just handed your sword over to him.”

“The world would be a much better place without Burton Lang in it to suppress our quest, isn’t that so, Demitri? The voice said.

Artemis said, " Well, what are waiting for hop to it." and nudged them towards the chest.

The ship was ready to depart back to their homeland where they would celebrate their last strenuous victory. The sun was slowly rising above the horizon revealing an empty dome of crystal blue water, encompassed by the vast expanse of hollow blue sky. Later that day he went to inspect the creature in the dark and gloomy dungeons below deck. As he entered the cold brisk room, he could hear the dying yelps and screams of the creature, tied up in rusty shackles. Once this beast ruled the island from his caverns, had shrunk and withered away, reduced to a mere household pet. Its freedom, stolen away, as It would be forever hoarded away in the dungeons like an antique mantle piece forced to live through each gruelling second, day by day. Deprived of his last drops of humanity James asked himself a simple

Rayne proceeded ahead, alone in the open field. From his lead he signaled Burton and the rest to stop where they were. With his feathered wings fully extended, Rayne raised his hands. They were wrapped tightly with black gauze from his wrists up to his knuckles. Bolts of plasma erupted from his palms and into the sky. Then, he clinched his fist and thrusted his hands forward, sending a transparent wave of energy into the frontline of werewolves and mages. The shockwave hurled the monsters backwards, disabling a great number of the enemy’s frontline.