Rylan The music changed again, becoming dark and faint. Dark red smoke spewed from the flutes in a huge swirling mass that surrounded the corpses as well as Rylan and the others. Lightning danced among the clouds that rose around their waists in darker and darker waves. It was as if the fog was alive, pulsing with electricity, tickling all their senses, yet somehow painless. The music swelled, like a scream caught in an instrument, but then became a shriek as the corpses withered and wailed, colliding with each other, even falling to the ground to be swallowed by the red mist. Those who could still stand uttered a final scream before the evil aura that emanated from them even in death flew out of their described bodies and headed toward Uma. From different directions, great soul power shot towards her to be absorbed into the necklace with a large purple gem in the center, surrounded by many small white, gold, and silver gems, which hung around her fleshy neck. The woman's eyes were
Rylan As night approached, the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, leaving a trail of fiery reds, oranges, and yellows before being covered by a sky of deep blues and purples. For him, the moment of sunset was a time he always enjoyed. He would sit in a tree and enjoy the play of colors as he contemplated. However, like Carolina, this beauty was slowly disappearing from his life. He often reflected and remembered the precious moments they shared a few years ago when their love grew and blossomed. He remembers Carolina lying comfortably on his lap, her head resting against his beating heart, on the leaves of the forest. In that moment he felt the warmth of the woman he loved and he felt close to her. In those memories, he would bury his nose in her long, beautiful dark brown hair, smelling the herbal scent that always clung to her. The scent brought back memories of healing and caring, her way of always being willing to help people who were hurt or sick. Carolina was a good heale
Rylan He was fighting against a horde of rogue barbarians who were relentless in their taunts and insults against him. The harsh words were like constant blows, but he endured them. He had learned to control his anger and not respond to their taunts. But even though he tried not to care, the words tore at his heart. "You useless and weak werewolf," a faceless voice said. He was surrounded by rogues, but he couldn't tell who was speaking as the taunts and insults continued. "You can't win because you're weak, unlike your father and brother." "Sooner or later, your weakness will get you killed. "Or your worthless loved ones will die first..." threatened another. "You can't protect them." "Shut up and fight me!" shouted Rylan angrily, trying to keep his concentration. "They're going to die because you're not strong enough to protect them." The taunts continued, no matter how many rogues he killed. He didn't know why their words hurt so much. Why did he care what these barbaric
Maya Damn, that woman! She thought as she walked and stumbled again. She gritted her teeth and dug her claws into the palm of her hand, or tried to grasp it. Her left arm had long since lost all feeling, her hand unable to clench as she tried to restore sensation to the useless limb. Maya had never received a spiritual attack in her life, and had always avoided holy priests and the like for that reason. Although her encounters with werewolves endowed with such powers were limited, she knew instinctively that the dead woman was stronger than most, and she only had to be hit by one of her spiritually powerful arrows like Karenina. They had traveled only a few hours, but the journey seemed much longer as the wound refused to heal and the blood had long since covered her red clothing. The scattered patterns of her clothing had turned an ugly brown where the blood had dried, while closer to the wound the fabric was still a deep red as the blood continued to flow. Her vision was gettin
SeleneThat night they were immersed in the darkness of the forest, lit only by a small fire that crept between the trees. Selene and Mike remained vigilant beside Elena, who was battling a burning fever.Elena was pale and sweating profusely, occasionally mumbling incoherently. She was struggling to breathe, as if breathing was difficult. Though they had tried pouring cold water on her several times, her fever would not break.Samuel lay down next to Felix to rest, seeking warmth in the wolf's arms. They both looked exhausted after the long and tiring journey.Selene spoke softly to Mike, not wanting to disturb her friends' sleep. "I don't know if she'll recover," she said.With a thoughtful expression on his face, Mike shook his head. "We can only hope that she survives. I have a feeling she's no ordinary she-wolf. I feel the power in her.""Hmm, I don't understand what she's talking about. She keeps talking about 'Alicia' and 'why', it seems," Selene expressed her confusion."She's
Karen Karenina sat quietly in her room, accompanied by the soft morning light streaming through the window. Her hair, a dark brown that shone brightly in the sunlight, was gently combed by Helga, bringing a feeling of peace that she had always enjoyed. Karenina had always loved moments like this, remembering how her mother had combed her hair and how she had found comfort in her gentle touch. As she sat with her eyes closed, her mind drifted back to the previous day. She remembered how boring she had been when she had been stuck in her bed all day and night just to rest and recover from her injuries. The only thing that broke the monotony was Xavier's sudden visits to her room every three hours. Although it was only to give her the power of a deep essence aura on the wolf side of her, there was something in the way he looked at her and kissed her that made her feel it was more than just an act for her recovery. After that, she would be haunted by guilt, and she would feel as if she
Xavier Karenina followed Raine through the twisting corridors and large rooms without complaint, even as her injured hand was held tightly by Raine. She ignored the pain that coursed through her, choosing to simply enjoy the moment. Karen had vowed never to go out without a guide, as the complex maze of the Pack Westwood mansion could easily lead one astray. As they walked through the halls of the Westwood mansion, Karen could not help but be mesmerized by the grandeur of the place. It was as if she had stepped into a childhood fairy tale come to life, complete with a beautiful princess or royal ruler. Karen took in all these sights with her beauty-hungry eyes and let herself be mesmerized. The hall itself was painted white, with golden ornaments decorating the walls, and doors leading to closed rooms were scattered on both sides of the hall. The servants who passed by paid their respects; all Omegas here were trained to serve. Karen felt a little uncom
Karen She tried to ignore the fact that he had been making teasing comments and acting out of character lately. He knelt beside her, her knees resting on her left side. However, the wound on her back was still sore and itchy from the scabs that had formed, so she refrained from leaning against the tree. Raine had gone to play with Flynn, who had approached them, and she smiled at the scene. Although she still had a number of questions she wanted to ask Xavier, such as whether he had heard the news about her friends, why he seemed to be a cold man and yet cared for children, and what about his new mate? Although she was eager for answers, she didn't want to ruin this peaceful moment with answers she might not want to hear. She glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye. He was sitting with his back to the tree, one knee bent and the other on the ground nearby. His right arm was draped over the bent knee, creating a very impressive pose. He looked like an extraordinary living sc