A Cruel And Beautiful World Dramione Mga Nobela at Kwento

While they were on the floor, she turned to see a wolf coming to attack Damon from the back. “Damon, watch out!” She yelled and before Damon could turn, she rushed and buried her sword in the wolf's eye, piercing through the body. Blood gushed out and Damon quickly turned Elora away so she wouldn't watch the blood pour. He recalled what happened the day she saw the bloody mess Drake made of the elders and didn't want her to experience it, but Elora had taken a drug to help her face the blood. She patted him and blocked the attack Drake wanted to make.

Dorian declared, his tone dir. Draven knew the situation was becoming more complicated than it is already. “Who do you think you are to send your men to spy on my pack?” Dorian looked down on Draven expecting an answer. “Well since you’ve found out what I’ve hidden for years I’m sorry you won’t be able to leave, same as your Luna.” Draven paused in the gloom of the warehouse. He heard soft sobs from a dark corner. And then he saw a woman curled on the floor, her shoulders shaking as she cried. She looked Alpha Dorian straight in the eyes without uttering a words. In the pale light, her face looked almost just like Hazel’s.

Nadlyn was in shock as she witnessed the werewolf attacking Dario. "Dario!" she cried out as Dario was carried away from her. A sudden unexpected attack befell Dario. He fell hard, was thrown back, and collided with a large tree. The assailant was none other than Damian, Dario's twin, who had apparently returned to Drakela. His face was unrecognizable. His red eyes radiated wild and bloodthirsty lust. Nadlyn, a beautiful woman with long black hair, panicked as she watched the conflict. She recognized Damian, but he seemed completely overtaken by his werewolf nature, which had made him lose control. She feared that both of them would be severely injured.

Everyone in the living room turned to look. Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group. Drake's face darkened, while Tom's eyes lit up with relief. "Mr. Sumner!" he called out. He knew it—trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Valarie were saved! Damon didn't acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake. "Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don't get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.

My heart shattered . "But you said..." My voice cracked. "You promised me—" "I promised you nothing." His gray eyes were ice cold, like he'd never held me, never moaned my name . "Did you really think I'd make an omega my Luna?" Laughter rippled through the crowd. Cruel, mocking laughter that cut me deeper than claws. "Oh my God," a familiar voice purred. Celeste appeared at Damon's side, sliding her arm through his possessively. She looked perfect in her silver dress, every inch the future Luna.

"I'll make sure you feel dread and regret as you watch everything you've ever wanted be taken away from you. This is just the beginning." "Damon, I should be." "I should have killed you when I had the chance," he mutters to Damon, who chuckles deeply. But one of his men had signaled that reinforcements were arriving. "See you in hell, Killian Grey," Damon said before he hit Killian, knocking him out. He then fled the room, with Killian briefly regaining control of his unconscious, drugged mate before being carried out. That was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.