Novel & Cerita Altaïr Ibn La Ahad Face

The two warriors on the ground crawled away, their faces pale as if they had encountered a specter. Approaching his shadow warrior, Altair examined the face of his mate, illuminated by the full moon, revealing a fresh bruise on her face. "Who amongst you struck her?" he demanded, hearing the whimpers of the warriors as he turned his attention to them. His fingers elongated as he glared at both of them. "Answer me!" he commanded. "He... he did," one of them stammered, tears welling in his eyes as he clutched his bleeding abdomen.

A sense of dread enveloped him as he locked eyes with the menacing figure, ready to strike fear into his heart. Summoning his courage, Altair stood tall, refusing to succumb to fear. "I am Altair of RiverBay, son of my fathers, the Lycgers, and my Birth Omega, the WereLion!" he declared, his voice unwavering despite his inner turmoil. "Who are you?" he demanded, taking a cautious step backward.

A sense of dread enveloped him as he locked eyes with the menacing figure, ready to strike fear into his heart. Summoning his courage, Altair stood tall, refusing to succumb to fear. "I am Altair of RiverBay, son of my fathers, the Lycgers, and my Birth Omega, the WereLion!" he declared, his voice unwavering despite his inner turmoil. "Who are you?" he demanded, taking a cautious step backward.

His height and muscular appearance earned him the nickname The giant of Dahmaluhn. I am captain Hadeshi Sanada of the black hands. I take it you're general Jhakubi of the Thearali. "I've heard a lot about you, Captain. I hope you're as good as they say you are," he signaled to the city guards and they opened the great golden gates of the city. Sabato marveled at the sight of the city that greeted them. "It's so beautiful," he said with his mouth half-opened. "Yes, it is," Saito replied.

she demanded, her voice tinged with urgency. Alpha Haden hesitated, torn between the pull of his instincts and the pressing need to pretend like he didn't want Zaryn off his sight. His inner turmoil was still interrupted by the persistent whispers of Gaya, a voice only he could hear. “Your mate is Tasyra,” Gaya repeated, each chant digging deeper into Alpha Haden's head.

The heavy iron doors groaned as they were pushed open, not by a hand, but by a localized blizzard. A man walked in, his armor made of translucent, blue ice that never melted. He was tall, his skin the color of a winter sky, and his eyes were two frozen sapphires that held no warmth. He didn't bow to Killian. He didn't even acknowledge the warriors who stood with their hands on their blades. "Alpha Killian Blackwood," the man said, his voice sounding like ice cracking on a lake. "I am Haden, the First Claw of the Frostbite Kingdom. My King, Ragnar the Eternal, sends his... curiosity."

Ira didn’t even notice how the corners of her lips twitched in response, and her tense shoulders relaxed. - What is your name, beautiful stranger? - the brunette asked. “My name is William, I am the first assistant and adviser to our Lord Tantario,” the young man waved his hand towards the door. - And that lively girl is Alika Liridan. She too was turned by Tristan. - Tristan? – Ira asked dumbfounded. - Yes. Just like me and several other representatives of the Tantario clan. Ira looked thoughtfully at the transparent surface of the glass for some time. Then she looked up worriedly at William.

But then— The altar exploded. A figure shot through the smoke—tall, armored, and burning with violet fire. It wasn’t Elira. It wasn’t anything they’d seen before. Its face was skeletal, half-mask, half-ash, and it looked straight at Aria. And bowed. Kael’s stomach dropped. “What the hell is that?” Elira laughed. “The first of many.” Zareth backed up quickly. “That’s not a soldier. That’s a harbinger. One of the gate’s chosen. It’s bonded to her now.”

Just an error that needs to be erased. I straightened my back, firming my voice. "Who are you?" The Elder tipped his head a fraction. "I am Aldrin." A man—a thing—who had existed for centuries, wielding power that mortal men couldn't even dream of. He had appeared personally. Abbadon grew tight at my side. Aldrin set those silver eyes upon him. "Step aside, Abbadon. You do not concern us." Abbadon curled lip into snarl. "Like hell I will."

his voice whispered as his nose sniffed my neck, his fingers rolling my hair. Every feeling of his breath on my skin sent a surge of anger rather than the usual pleasure through my spine. With my heart pounding in my ears, I cringed, avoiding to start any scene. Not yet. "What do you want? And you still left my question hanging in the air.” He raised his arms as though in surrender, his voice resonating in something laced with malice. “I am Alaric, the true Beta of King Kael.” The mention of Kael sent a jolt of anger for a flick moment sent a jolt of anger through me and the reason for the man standing right in front of me was his beta. For a second, I felt like strangling him.