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We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

“Draw me.” Goldie looks at Darryl and takes the pencil. He moves the tip of the pencil on the paper and begins to scribble a couple of circles and lines. Darryl watches him with intent, The drawing highlighted some of his facial features more than the others, almost like in a cartoonish style. “Good,” Darryl nods at him, “Now, draw what they did to you in Bilibid. Did they torture you? Blackmail? Kidnapped? ”

He glanced at the maids behind him before he motioned his hand towards the boxes that they were holding. "These are the files that Beta Koby asked me to compile for you, Lycan Queen." Gamma Adriel said before he opened one of the boxes to take out a file and handed it to me. "Please, check this one." "W-What are these for?" I asked before I opened the file to do what he said. I found names and contact information of some people inside the file and when I flipped through the pages, there seemed to be a portfolio of their designs. "Wow." I blurted out in a whisper as amusement had the best of me before I looked up to Gamma Adriel. "These are designers' portfolios, but what are these for?"

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

The man whispered in Alpha's ears before start his punishment orders by the Goddess of werewolves. He whipped on his back. Alpha Raven controls his shrieks but it turns unbearable with the sweat. His bruises started to bleed and burn. The man continues whipping his back which tears his flesh. The people closed their eyes. They could tolerate their Alpha miserable and severe punishments. His screams were horrifying. One man brought burning red iron-red and wait for the Goddess to permit. Alpha Raven's flesh was torn like some beasts attacked on him. He was down with the punishment.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

They tied Atinuke to an iron net and they were about to roast her above the fire when one of the daemons fell with an axe sticking out of it's slimy head. A boy came charging in; he was tall and dark-skinned like the night itself, built like sango- the god of thunder himself with an axe in his hand. He looked like he was created by the Orishas as a monster killing machine. The daemons snarled and ran at him with dripping fangs and greenish claws like hooks. He chopped off the heads of the first two to come at him and he sent the third flying across the cave with a kick to it's chest. He moved with deadly accuracy and speed, cutting down daemon after daemon like he had been doing it all his l

)] [Fuel: Infinite] [External Weapons: None] ... [Talent Triggered! Drawing Lv.2 Gold Mod...] 'Finally,' Jake thought. He held his breath as a golden wheel spun wildly before his eyes. This was his greatest advantage in this apocalypse. One gold mod per level. The wheel slowed to a stop. A card radiating brilliant golden light materialized in the air. [Mod Name: Indestructible] [Quality: Golden Legendary] [Type: Rule-Class] [Effect: Can be applied to any non-living component. The target's physical structure will be permanently fixed—immune to all forms of wear, aging, and destruction.]

The sheets tangled around my legs felt different and foreign. Ezra stood there, staring down at me. His face twisted in anger and disbelief. He was shaking. Shirtless with his skin pale in the morning light. Shorts hanging low on his hips low enough that I could see the V of his muscles dipping down. The trail of dark hair leading lower. His hands balled into fists at his sides. Chest rising and falling fast. Like he was fighting something. God, he looked good like this. Scared. Exposed. Mine.