Novel & Cerita Altaïr Ibn-la'ahad

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🍓🔞 #FINAL_CHAPTER 🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫 🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫 🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫🐫 🐫🐫🐫🐫 🐫🐫 🐫 #OMNISCIENT_POV Laila stunned by Sadiq's statement begins to laugh! She couldn't believe this stranger before her was the late Sultan's real son.. But as she looked at his face, she saw the resemblance.. But how was this possible? All this years, she thought he had died, it was the reason why she had went through all this trouble to conquer Marida! But not, it would seem like the joke was on her.. Not only was she fooled about his death but now Marida is in a state of ruin and the prince is here to end her.

"The one bit of good news we have received is from our scouts. The nearest enemy force is three days constant march from here." "Thank you lord Taelin. Make sure your men get a chance to rest and switch out the scouts as often as possible so they have a chance to rest." Lord Taelin was a small local lord who's territory was the closest to the Taiga forest. He was a very modest lord by all means and was only able to supply a few hundred men even with volunteers. Unfortunately his fighting skills were also quite modest, though where his true contribution lied was not in his soldiers or skills. He was able to actually provide plenty of food was quite the talented tactician.

James could not help but turn to face Laelia and said, “Saturio Hadecus? Who is he?” Laelia’s face was filled with fear. Her teeth were slightly chattering as she said, “The Dark Keep…the Dark Keep’s Deputy Master. His ability is only second to the Master’s. He is one of the top cultivators in the Land of Taval. Rumor has it that his strength is at the peak of Herculean Sixth Layer, just a step away from the Immortal Ascension rank.”

Patrice Benette smiled at his friend, “your Aunt Althea asked me to tell you to come visit her soon. She said she’ll be in her office all evening tomorrow.” “Got it!” Dorin said with a big smile. “she’s been calling for me again, all of a sudden.” Patrice and the rest haven’t told him yet about his aunt’s encounter with Eirian, after all. “But you know, I’m still a bit confused,” Johan said with a frown. “Just who was that Elazar, and why was he dressed as a girl?” Mordecai burst out laughing, then tried to calm himself. “Elazar Ravante was the son of the last Ravante royalty, he was the last of the silver mages, and the heir of one of the three great houses of the kingdom,” Xander explained

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

Nolan: The moment the howls echoed, I was already shouting orders. “Alessandro, perimeter! Gamma team, north side! Move!” My voice cut through the chaos as warriors poured into the courtyard, shifting mid-stride, their snarls rising into the night. “One more thing that they would actually have the noble blood to actually give a warning.” Alessandro muttered under his breath as he looked at me. “I doubt the fact that this is their virtue, considering the fact that they are rogues, Alessandro.” I said, glaring at him before catching sight of Natalia.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

“I’m afraid I haven’t made any progress. So far, there’s nothing new. But I do have news.” He sounds quite disappointed. “What news do you have then?” I ask him. “Crimson moon pack was invaded. They left no survivors. Both children and mothers, all dead.” He says I remove the phone from my ear, hold it to my forehead. “FUCK!” I shout. “They took Alpha Tate and his beta.” Alpha Elias says. “Thank you, Alpha Elias.” I appreciate him for telling me. This is a grievous loss. This can’t go on. Something has to be done, and end this.

"His power is just tranquility and his ability is invulnerability. How can he protect Hira with those, Aud?" Instead of answering, I just laugh as if I've heard something very funny. "I thought of our siblings, you are the smartest. But now, you've proven me wrong. You are slow." I said as I sat down on the office sofa and looked at him. "Who did you designate to be her Phylax again, Al?" "Matt." He retorts confidently. "Right. Matt, full name is Mather Parveen, the twin brother of Ptolema Parveen. Has enhanced agility, and an ice elementalist." I recite. "He is the ideal Phylax, indeed."