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Nessa asked with an arched eyebrow and defense stance. "To collect the baby from you." Simone answered with a glare. Back to present: Simone scoffed. "B-But you are about to kill a new born in cold blood. Look, I know you are an heartless assassin but killing a child..." Her voice softened for a moment. "Won't affect me." Nessa completed with an emotionless face. She looked down at the wailing child and glanced at the moon whose light was dim. Simone slowly and carefully muttered a spell and a ball of purple mist suddenly appeared on Simone's stretched hand. Nessa looked up suddenly and saw it coming towards her but it was too late. The mist hit her on her right arm, making her drop the chil

"About Samiat, is she going to be mute forever. I fear she won't ever talk again." "Samiat is fine, very fine. I think it's the trauma that's making her dejected, her vocal cord is fine and there is nothing wrong with her speech at all, she just doesn't want to talk because she's really depressed. She's battling serialus depression at this stage and I'll advise you don't force her to voice out, give her time to heal, she would talk when she's ready, don't force her to do it. Just let her be, at least she eats and does other things, she's not just ready to talk all about everything that happened." He explained to Roshan the best way he could, after all the tests carried out on her, they found

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

Sandra The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as I bit down hard, watching him mark her neck—my best friend's neck—right there in front of the entire pack gathering. "I, Damon Cole, reject you, Sandra Hayes, as my mate." His voice carried across the clearing, cold and final, while his hand stayed possessively on Jenna's shoulder. The bond snapped like a rubber band pulled too tight, pain lancing through my chest so sharp I gasped, and the faces around me blurred into a sea of pity and barely concealed satisfaction.

Tamamo's eyes were filled with desire as she licked her lips. “Wait a minute,” Sutoku interrupted. “Are you saying that Shuten-douji lost to a single human?” “Yup! That human was able to go defend against the [Thousand Army Decapitation]. He was also able to break through the gourd.” “I see. Then it should be easy.” Amaterasu was somewhat relieved. If it were a single human, then Tamamo should be able to handle it. That vixen enjoyed hunting down attractive males, after all.

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

Samantha implied that Blake bleeding out was worth it as long as Anita never showed up in front of Andrew, and her secound mistake was calling Anita a human when she was supposed to be one herself. "You heard me right you fat pig, are you deaf now?" Growled Samantha who was resisting with her last breath the urge to morph and scratch her rival in love fat face with her claws, but she knew instinctively that the guys surrounding them would pounce on her before she even completed her transformation.

“ITS BRAINS ARE ADDLED, I SEE. KNOCK IT ABOUT ONE TOO MANY TIMES ON THE DEATHBED, ROT LORD?” “It was lacking to begin with,” Samael said dismissively. “But what to expect from simians?” “Better skincare than you,” I spat. Dumah, like roadkill, reeked of decay. His leathery chin peeked out from under his hood. The skin, sure enough, was dry and cracked as King Tut's. “Stop quarreling, Shannon,” Sam hissed. “Sorry, Dark Lord. Excuse me while I toss my ring into that boiling pit of lava-”