Tarid Cul felt excruciating pain all over his body. His limbs were all broken and entrails hanging from an open wound in his abdomen gushed out a waterfall of clear liquid mixed with human blood. But that was not the problem. Despite him being of the the highly regenerative Fruvian race his wounds were healing abnormally slow. In fact they were not healing at all. He a bulking giant with rippling muscles at 8 feet tall was being held, pinned off his legs to the white wash walls in a dark alley, by a short thin human handsomely dressed in rich clothing befitting of a Dujr. What was worse was the maddening fear he felt by just staring into those cold grey eyes of his assaulter.
"How I got these fine garments is a trade secret" he smiled
"More importantly are you ready to speak or shall we continue where we left off Mr. Cul?"
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Hi there readers I hope you all are enjoying my first book Serven Rivival- Dance with Demons and Angels. Don't worry I have more to come just that I'm writing of my head starting from the second chapter Cunning. The first chapter was already set in stone since It had been written some years back. Serven Rivival will keep on coming, just be patient. Rivers Run Red is my new baby and hope you enjoy it. U can get me by email karhmassi7@gmail.com or through wattpad. I'll be waiting 😈
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Rivers Run Red: The Return of Silnus Demon Hunter
Mystère / ThrillerSilence means death. Peace can only be followed by war. Prosperity is but a mask supported by a Cabal of Carnage; a slaughter house for the innocent and the fool.There is no safe haven; only hell. Hope is fleeting; despair a natural occurrence. Its...
