Novel & Cerita Arcturus Black

"Once things get out of hand, please leave." He heard a faint "okay" and stepped forward. "Oh? You are ready to put your life on the line for that brat, human?" the black said with a grin that showed his monstrous teeth. "Yes. Fight me and leave her alone," Arthur said coolly. The ground shook when he roared in laughter. "I just hope that you will taste as good as her parents," he said when he regained himself after laughing. "Let's see then," Arthur whispered. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The black wolf was temporarily paralysed at what he saw. "The Spucia," he whispered to himself.

What he doesn't understand is why hasn't his analytics team told him about them? "Where is she!" Hunter growls while attacking. "What is going on here?!" Automatically Vanluke backed away without taking a hit. Ara who's in her mocha terno silk pajama shorts ran towards them. He distanced himself from Gunter and Hunter in case they steal a punch. "Ara," her brothers call out her name in sync. She gave them both a hug. "What are you doing here?" As much as he's not interested in the family reunion, he pulled Ara away from the two. He wrapped his arms around her possessively. He glared at them. "Who are they, Ara?"

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

CHAPTER 7 GABRIEL Arianna was PISSED OFF cos that's the only time she would drop the "F" bombs. I turned my attention back to them and then noticed a guy I hadn’t seen earlier standing by my Bella and with his one arm around her waist while she just stood there like a statue and looked very uncomfortable. Who is this guy? I let out a low growl and made my way across the room towards them. "Long time no see Ari. Did you miss me?" I heard him say. "F**K YOU CAMERON AND GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF BELLA!!!" Arianna roared at him. "Ease up with the F**k word baby girl, you know you thoroughly enjoyed it when we f**ked, and you didn't seem to mind when this filthy hand gave you immense pleasure and

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.

Arista leaned in and asked, “Sir, are you turning it into a White Wolf?” The owner looked at Arista. “Yes, you want to see?” As he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, presenting the item he was carving in front of her. Arista leaned in to look, and suddenly, a black light flashed on the item. She felt dizzy, as if a force was pulling her from within the item.

Dead. Still. I lay there unconscious, bleeding softly, my silver hair tangled and dust covered. The black curse streaks retreating slowly back to my roots. Turning full silver. No black. All silver. The desert held its breath. And I did not move. —————— Arthur thundered through the dense forest, his massive midnight black form blurring between trees. Branches snapped beneath his paws, the ground trembling with every stride. The others, Ronan, Kyle, the elite warriors, including Ace, Tomas and Kim struggled to match his brutal speed.

Blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the hilt of his broken gladius. "Lineage?" Victor spat, his chest heaving. His human lungs burned. Every breath felt like inhaling ground glass. "I don’t care if you’re my grandfather or the guy who invented the moon. You’re draining my wife. That ends now." The old man tilted his head. A dry, rattling chuckle escaped his throat. "I am Aris Blackwood. I am the reason you have a name. I am the reason you have blood in your veins, even if it has turned into this... sluggish, human sludge. You think you're protecting her? You're a parasite. We gave the marrow to the world to see it thrive. You let it rot into a pack of dogs."

The sky didn't just tear; it screamed. Through the jagged, violet rifts in the atmosphere, the Ark-Devourer descended. It wasn't a ship in any traditional sense. It was a floating, geometric nightmare of black obsidian and glowing purple circuitry, large enough to cast a shadow over the entire Blackwood Wastes. "Initiating planetary harvest," the mechanical, soulless voice of the Dreadnought boomed from the heavens, vibrating the frozen ground. "Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware."