Alita Battle Angel Artwork นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Arianna turned to look at me in disbelief. “You can’t be serious?! Do you know how humiliating that is?” “Good.” I looked over to my men. “Make sure she does her job.” “Yes, Boss.” I turned around and went inside, not sparing her another look. I tossed my phone on the couch, resuming to the sketchbook, and flipped the pages to see what Althaia had created. She was very talented when it came to drawing, and it showed as I looked at the sunsets, and many different drawings of her kitten playing around with toys. I stopped when I came across a particular drawing, having me smile.

She felt pain run through her, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation. Lila’s lean, athletic body moved with deadly grace as she pressed a battle dressing to the wound with practiced efficiency. The warrior’s bleeding slowed almost immediately. Without wasting another second, Lila turned and dove back into the fray, taking down a Shadowfang attacker with swift, powerful strikes. Shouts of praise rose from the other warriors. “Lila! Well done!” Elara sat in the dirt, her curves spread out beneath her, feeling every jiggle and roll of her body. She watched helplessly as Lila fought beside Kai in perfect sync, covering his flank, moving like a true warrior Luna should.

"Moonwhisper's rejected Luna..." "They say she burned her own mating bond..." "Look at the way she carries herself—like an Alpha..." Callista squeezed my arm as three broad-shouldered warriors materialized from the smoky haze. The tallest—a russet-haired Beta with battle scars crisscrossing his neck—leaned in with a wolfish grin. "Care for some company, lovely Luna?" His scent—pine and musk—rolled over me. Callista arched a brow. "Oh, we absolutely—"

I placed Selena's photo back where I found it, my heart as cold and dead as ice. No wonder he always had excuses whenever I brought up making our relationship public. My supposed mate bond was nothing more than the delusion of a placeholder. As I walked out of the study, a pack messenger respectfully handed me a formal invitation sealed with a silver wolf crest. "A formal invitation from Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crest Pack." The messenger respectfully presented a silver envelope engraved with a moon goddess sigil. "Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crest Pack formally invites the warrior Anya to serve as his Head Warrior. He awaits your reply."

My mate was Olivia’s sister! I, Alpha Dragon from the Blue Moon pack, had searched for my mate for years. When I despaired, I decided to bring a Luna to the pack. It happened after I agreed with the Alpha of the Golden Sun pack to make his eldest daughter the pack Luna after his daughter also despaired of finding her mate. But when I visited her pack, I discovered that my mate was her younger sister!"

He only hoped within him that one day she doesn't still see marrying him as a forced decision that she just has to live with. "I'm sorry about that." "Oh, don't be. I'm used to it." She turned and continued staring at the artwork. She got to one with a white painted background, dotted blue paints that went spiral creating a flower shape. The petals were adorned with glowing stones that shone under the bright light in the room. The painting looked back at her and although it was simple, it meant a lot. Looking at the painting from another angle, the work when placed horizontally looked like a sword.

An intricate crown wraps around the moon and the deep royal blue and silver color stands out beautifully on her golden skin. I tear my eyes from her mark and look at my own. It is nothing at all what I thought it would be. Instead of a wolf, there is an angel with her wings and arms thrown wide, her hair is fanned out like the wind is blowing. Silvery blue flames swirl around a flowing dress with a silver crescent moon behind her. Gold wolf eyes stare out from the half circle of the moon, and the angel herself is navy blue with light blue wings, much like Divina's own.

He tied a little of his life force to the sensory barrier that covered aratia, it served as s shield to inform him of the number of warriors and creatures of aratia enters and left, not for the pure energy that broke his dark shield. He reached the room and proceeded to the alter formerly dedicated to aether but now to herega. He waved his hand as a mirror appeared, it shimmered to life and showed the battle ground at Vulpix, a deadly blade taking out his army of shadow warriors in a blink of an eye. A closer look at the culprit revealed a boy with brown hair and a golden iris, he smiled, It must be my lucky day he thought, He never thought it would be that easy for derora to find the princ

Altair took a step forward, his teeth clenched tightly. "Then, we will show you... what it means to protect this world." Algebar smiled sarcastically. "Try it." In an instant, the battle began. *** Altair exerted the full power of his wolf form. His body enlarged, his pitch-black fur absorbing the light around him. His golden eyes blazed, his long claws and fangs gleaming sharply. With incredible speed, it darted toward Algebar, striking with a deadly claw. Algebar parried with his greatsword, their collision shaking the ground. The ground cracked beneath them, stone chips flying.

“I want every transporter grabbing women and children. Take as many as you can carry to Alpha Nox’s pack! GO, NOW!” “Mom!” Lilac yelped, her eyes wide as saucers. Her parents were surrounded. Titus had taken on his wolf form and was foaming at the mouth, lunging and snapping at any who dared come close to Annamarie. Wave after wave of warriors poured into the town square, unleashing pure chaos in their wake.