Son of Tarnaq
Son of Tarnaq's Books(2)
The Wrath Of The Dragon Duke
Modern I have conquered nations, subdued entire populations.
Everyone from the Eastern plains to the Northern colonies fear me.
But they don't know me.
My name is Lloyd Bishop, and I am the Dragon Duke, The greatest enforcer of the kingdom of Tekka.
15 years ago, I watched from the closet, where I witnessed my entire family be gunned down in the city of Hilburg.
My father and uncle, shot by a man with a dragon tattoo on his arm, who then burned down our home.
I managed to escape, but I died from smoke poisoning.
My life would be saved by a young girl, Lisa Francis, who brought me back to life and showed me the way out of the city.
That was a decade ago. I left everything behind that day, my 3 childhood friends, and Lisa, a girl I didn't even know yet.
In the time since, everything has changed, I was now more powerful than ever before, but the rage of my family's murder hadn't been quelled.
And now I have returned to this city that took everything from me, and my mission is clear.
Reconnect with my childhood friends, repay the girl who saved my life.
But most importantly, I will show those responsible for my parent's death...
THE WRATH OF THE DRAGON DUKE! Conquering The City Of Doom
Modern Death is nothing new to me, I've been around it all my life.
From witnessing the death of my entire family before my very eyes, to ravaging entire villages in the name of the great king.
I am the most powerful of the great king's generals, I am The Reaper of Jabaria.
I was informed recently that the city of Marucia was in secret rebellion, and as the greatest general, it was up to me to bring it back to heel.
But little did they know that the city of Marucia was the city of my birth... the city that took everything from me.
Francine Walters was the one who saved me after the assault on my family, and now she was trapped in the city, because of me.
Now a billionaire, inventor and perhaps one of the greatest doctors in the nation, I have returned to the city of which I lost everything, with only two thoughts in mind.
I have achieved so much in my time away from this city, wealth, power, intelligence, and I was prepared to use this as I returned to this city.
I will find Francine and repay her for what she did for me, but also
Vengeance!
I will find everyone who was responsible for the death of my family, and I make them pay. You might like
The Return of The Forgotten Legend
Yves Whilton Once a master of both healing and combat, Kayce lost everything-his memory, his power, and his dignity. Betrayed and left to wander the streets, he became the laughingstock of his in-laws: the so-called "useless son-in-law" who couldn't even fend for himself.
But legends couldn't stay buried forever.
As Kayce's memories resurface, so did the man he used to be-skilled, fearless, and unstoppable. With precision and power, he began to shatter every insult thrown his way. From street beggar to international powerhouse, Kayce rose again-this time, with his radiant wife by his side and vengeance in his heart.
The man they mocked was the man who would make them kneel. Mighty Super-rich Heir
Claudette Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen.
From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck.
Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university.
Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must’ve looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me.
On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person.
That day I saw my father in a new light.
My father’s coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce.
I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, “Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?”
My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. “Son, I know you’ve suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn’t have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it’s not enough!” 
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