Amok Miraculous นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Millie said, raising his hands boldly. "Though I didn't say anything, but i think it's a good idea" Balo one of the members also indicated. Everyone gathered at the table had their hands raised in agreement except Miracle who still had doubts. "I hate to be partaker of this abomination" Miracle said, standing up to his feet to leave. There was a sudden gunshot and Miracle laid down to the floor, staying lifeless. Other members looked up and were in shock, seeing one of their own die. "Anyone who is not for us is against us" Luke commented, watching the blood flow down his body. No one dared say anything afterwards.

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

It is a miracle that he didn't wake up during the shootout. Amira moved closer to the baby and lifted him off the seat into her hands. She observed the baby's features and noticed that he didn't have any resemblance to the man. “Seb, the car's GPS is on.” He could only say this before he rested weakly on the seat. He turned to Amira, took off the amulet he was wearing on his neck, and handed it to her. Then he passed out due to exhaustion. Half an hour later, she heard the sounds of moving vehicles and immediately became alert. She looked through the window and saw five black SUVs stopping behind the car they were in.

Amber was happy while ,Jordana was surprised and still Monica didn't register anything other than interested. "How was he able to survived that massacre?" Amber said trying to recall what happened to that fatef day. After that day when she regain her consciousness she never tried to go back to what happened. She accepted the lost of her husband and her baby. She tried to look for Jordana but she wasn't able to. Thinking that she too along with Lilian fall victim to the perpetrators. All the while she thought that her husband also perished and now she had a small slice of hope that her husband is alive.

He said while still looking at us. I looked outside the window when I heard the word “documentary” Because I remembered last year. With my friends, colleagues, and the man that I loved. We are about to go to Baguio and the unexpected happens that kills them all. That until now it hurts me because the wound is already healed but it left a scar. I took a deep breath and looked back at Sir Ross. I feel a shiver when I saw the woman who took suicide swinging dead at the back of Sir Ross. Her feet are touching the

Amelia's eyes widened in terror as she watched him pull the trigger, she screamed loudly and in blur and she pulled herself from the chair, her fingers grown in short claws and in a super speed she grabbed the bullet in the air, carelessly throwing it back at him, using her body to shield her sister. Melissa stood frozen, looking down at her husband who laid on the floor groaning for a few seconds before his body went limp, which she clearly understood meant he was dead. "What... What have you done?" She looked up at her Amelia in shock, her voice coming out in a whisper. Amelia looked at him lying unconsciously on the ground with pale eyes wide open and looked back at her fingers to see her

She said, her breath slowly down, Nigel held her hand and chanted, wanting to disappear with her but before he could mention the last word of the chant, Mia snapped her hand away from his making him disappear without her. She knew her life was leaving her as she took steps away from the house, before taking another step she collapsed on the ground and died, unknown to her, Fiona was waving and struggling out of the ruined house, Fiona crawled to where her best friend was, her body was burnt, she couldn't talk nor even cry. With her burnt hand, she checked her friend's breathing, it was gone, she placed her hand on her friend's chest and with her mind chanted, her lips trembling.

No more time to think about it. "We got company!" shouted a voice from further down the road as two men clambered out their patrol cars. One was pulling a car out while the other held some kind of amulet. For some reason, the amulet made Shamira more nervous than the more traditional weapon. And when it shot a burst of flames out, she was just barely able to physically jump out of the way, hurdling the car and using it as cover.

“Let’s talk, BK. About Mirielle. H-how is she alive? You said you handled everything yourself. Now she’s alive. Has this been your secret all along? Tell me the truth, BK.” BK sat beside her, head down. “It was Amber who discovered she was alive. She was at the hospital the same day your mom was transferred to Palawan. She overheard Max’s twin ordering two men to bury the baby alive. She didn’t know how our daughter survived either. But she paid those men a huge sum to give the child to her. She never told them she knew me. She convinced them and transferred the baby here to CMC. She really planned to use our daughter to win me over, and she succeeded.”

As a result of everything that just happened, I could tell Amanda was seriously reconsidering some of her life choices. Finally, Miriam shifted back. There she stood naked, covered in Sameka Manigo's blood. Alpha Kevin growled loudly as he took off his shirt and handed it to her. Causing everyone to lower their eyes. Her sister, Tamar, stood proudly looking around the crowd with a smug smirk. She didn't say anything. People in the crowd from both packs looked horrified. They were scared of her. I looked over at Walker, Ross and Brent. They stood there frozen with their mouths wide open.