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The Warden surged forward, smashing into the shadow, and the tendrils recoiled. But the ancient presence roared—not in sound, but in intent. “Caretaker… you cannot survive me. You are not worthy.” Riven’s jaw tightened. “I don’t care what you think. I am Meridian’s caretaker. And I will survive. For Saint. For Luca. For the city. For all of them.” The Warden’s power flared, and the ground shook violently. Energy rippled outward, and the shadow screeched, molten eyes burning, form cracking like obsidian glass.

she added and exited the ward "Fuck!, this guy is too gorgeous he makes me nervous. Even with a bandage on his arm and a couple of stitches on his face, he is still tempting," she commented "I should be the one by his side, not that stupid girl," she thought as she walked towards the end of the corridor which had a window She leaned against the side of the window looking down at the parking lot. She closed her eyes briefly and started smiling Back in the ward, Ethan was kissing Olivia. That is what he wanted to do with the feeling of loss he experienced when he thought he wouldn't see her again

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

"We wanna party!! Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, Scott, and Cersei exclaimed excitedly. "LEDO EAM!!! Angelus said out while stretching her hands at the home theater that was standing in between the TV, Using her magic to turn it on. “Yay.!!!!! Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, Scott, and

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

Tom had finally been cleared to come back, and Ava just wanted to make sure everything was okay. “Angel, could you get my charger over there?” Zane asked her, pointing towards the bookshelf. She shook her head as she got up. Ava knew exactly why he wanted her to get it. It was so he could get a view of her back. She had on a black pencil skirt and, what from the front, looked like a modest white shirt. But the back was open, the shirt only held together by a band of fabric over her shoulder blades.

The confusion drew upon me and my brothers but then the witch began speaking again. "She has let her wings spread and opened the door of her heart..." She spoke, her voice stretching out each of the words, "The season of love is knocking there and it's just one step afar...." She stopped, her hand lifting the cloth with her eyes still closed. A smile tugged at her lips, "He is there, her protector for eternities. The heart of the angel has now connected with the king just like the imperishable bond of their souls," Bond of the souls......That means the smell of that powerful Lycan that I sensed was because he was her mate.

explained Finnley as he shook his head. Furrowing his brows, Gerald then said, “Indeed… Still, though they disregard the regular development of the secular world and kidnap people, it’s hard to tell whether their group is actually good or bad! That aside, the Celestial Avian you mentioned… Is it a bronze angelic artifact that resembles a warship?” “Bingo. I have to say, you’re really good at connecting the dots. Regardless, it’s not exactly a warship, but rather, a dimensional angelic artifact! Bet you didn’t see that one coming!”

Ren muttered, his finger tightening on the trigger. Suddenly, a heavy, metallic footstep echoed through the chamber. From the shadows behind the crystal, a figure stepped forward. It wasn't a faceless golden knight. It was a Warden. The Warden was twice the size of a normal avatar, clad in heavy, blocky armor that looked like server towers bolted together. Its head was a blank monitor screen, glowing with a menacing red eye. It held a massive, two-handed energy hammer. BOSS DETECTED: BASTION WARDEN (FIREWALL PROTOCOL).

Hello lovely fans. Thank you for always supporting me. Let’s see what happens today! Once the apple of her parents’ eyes The heir to the pack Petra’s angel goddaughter Now Warinth’s new friend Because of her bravery She leaves her protective cocoon And our angel is taken Straight to hell! PenaciousShewa