The Hades:
Author: Lonely Wolf
last update2024-08-09 23:30:04
“Leonard, you must apologize to my fiancée immediately,” Roman sneered, his eyes narrowing. Back then, he had known Leonard wasn’t an ordinary person but that was in New York, he wouldn’t have that power in Oklahoma after all Amanda and Mary were not here to save him.

The lady looked up at Roman, “You know him?”

“Yes. Back in New York, he had caused a lot of trouble for me. But that doesn’t matter; he must apologize for almost running your dress. I promise you that Agnes.”

Agnes glanced at Leonard. Her eyes were clearly filled with scorn as she stared at Leonard’s wears. He was dressed rather shabby, dressed in a brown leather jacket and a dark wash jean trouser.

What can of man would dress so shabby to a party filled with distinguished guests? He looks so ordinary. I won’t wear this dress anymore. It has been stained!

Leonard sighed and said, “If you look at me, you bumped into me and I have no reason to apologize to you because your dress isn’t ruined in any way.”

“How
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    The car engine softly hummed, breaking the silence that stretched between them. Iris’s posture was stiff as she turned to glance at the man driving.Leonard’s expression was not any more readable than the conversation between them, calm, composed, and off in his own world. Since leaving the warehouse where she had been rescued, he hadn’t uttered a single word.The silence was unsettling and put her on edge in a completely different way, she felt like she should have been more at ease.Iris attempted to relax by putting one hand to her hair and resting them and clearing her throat.Despite how bare the phrases seemed, she explained, “thank you for the saving me. My family will definitely reward you handsomely.”With a gaze fixated to the street, Leonard was unbending, but paying attention. The only clue saying yes was the slight movement of tightening up in his jaw, hinting he had heard.Calmness from both sides eased tension as they pulled off to the side streets to the road.No cont

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    Leonard stood alone in the dimly lit office beneath the training facility. The black-wrapped package sat quietly on the desk in front of him, untouched since he’d brought it in hours ago. He hadn’t moved for several minutes, eyes locked on the label written in a sharp, deliberate hand, “From an old friend.” With a swift flick of his wrist, he opened the package. Inside was a small, rusted medallion engraved with the symbol of a dragon coiled around a serpent, one long forgotten, except by those who once served under its banner. Leonard’s fingers curled around it slowly. “…Riven,” he murmured. He hadn’t spoken that name in years. The last leader of the Dark Dragon group before its reformation. The man who had once trained him. Fought beside him. Betrayed them all. And now… he was back. Leonard’s eyes narrowed. There was also a note, hastily scrawled on aged paper, “What was lost will rise again. You chose silence. I choose fire. Let’s see who survives it.” Leonar

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