Arena Of Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Because the First is awakening through you. Your mind is touching his.” “I don’t want him in my mind!” Kael pulled her against his chest, grounding her, his scent anchoring her to something real. “Fight it, Aria. Fight him.” She tried. Gods, she tried. But the vision seized her harder, dragging her downward— Down into the rift. Down into memory. Down into something older than creation. THE RIFT WIDENS Auren leapt across collapsing stone, moving impossible fast even for him, shoving a massive slab aside before it crushed them.

"Ah, you look like a goddess, my cute and sexy Imperium cunt. Were it up to me, I would fuck you right now on your parents' bed. Alas, as a leader of this war band I must place limits on my own indulgences. We must get back to camp. I have told the others to reassemble there. Come, my girl-apprentice. Come and meet the men you will learn to fight alongside in the days to come." She helped him put the jewelry and gems back in the draw-string pouch, which he hefted easily. Now, as he took her hand and guided her out of the room, Anaria wondered what Fate had in store for her. She had no idea what her life would be like even one day from now, let alone ten or twenty. To her shock, a tiny thrill

Fate Fighters ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍The birth of change CHAPTER 1 Fang city_ The capital of the vampire Empire. "Run call for the physician" the chief maid who had just ran into the queen's room shouted. A maid had suddenly screamed from Zara's hall_ the queen's chamber, others came rushing in, only to meet their Queen Struggling with her breath, while gasping for air.

Damon declared, his eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and disgust. As Damon stood there, bewildered by Arena's display of invulnerability, she suddenly sprang into action. With a speed that defied human comprehension, Arena closed the distance between them in an instant. Her movements were fluid yet powerful, reminiscent of a predator toying with its prey. Damon, caught off guard by Arena's sudden attack, barely managed to summon his own dark energies in defense. He conjured swirling shadows and launched them toward Arena, attempting to ensnare her in a web of malevolent energy. However, Arena anticipated his every move with uncanny foresight, effortlessly evading or dispersing the

"The temple can't do anything to me. The mistake it did was let my mother touch me. I thought you said the temple knows all." "What are you talking about?" she asked. "I'm taking about the Raven Warlocks." "Agatha!" her voice was whisper but threatening nonetheless, "Don't go down this road." She shook her head. "Wait," I look at her carefully, "You-" "Ango," she grips at me, " Reversio." I go on my knees, "Somnio."

She have been looking forward into the day she will become the Luna of Xanders pack, but that don’t seem to happen. ‘’Am I Interrupting?’’ Beta Dagon asked. ‘’Not really, I know it’s time for us to leave wait for me at the gate I will be there in a jiffy.’’ ‘’Alright,’’ Beta Dagon said then left. After Dagon exiting the house, Angelo turned to Yna. ‘’Listen to me very carefully girl, you can’t be my mate and the Luna of the Xanders pack. You are not my type,’’ he stated.

Thousands of royal warriors took their position around the enclosed circular space and over the parapet, ready to pierce any adversary’s skull with their lightning-fast spear skills. The arena was powered by the forces of nature and the roaring power of my dark arts. I thought back to my darkest time and the most beautiful memory and let the power flow through me and into the arena. The concrete stage in the very center molded into a furious white waterfall while beautiful trees and flowers popped around it with fresh, dewy green lawns stretching across the expanse of the gigantic arena. The dark arts harnessed my memory when I met my beautiful mate at death’s doorstep.

Yet, the turmoil within the hall was even more severe—hotter, sharper, and alive. Aria stood at the heart of the devastated chamber, her chest rising and falling as if she had sprinted through a battlefield. Her claws shimmered, half-extended, while her aura swirled with a cold, controlled fury that none of the warriors dared to approach. Damp strands of hair clung to her cheeks, but her eyes… her eyes blazed. Fierce. Bright. Unyielding. Opposite her, Rowan knelt on one knee, his palm pressed against a crack in the stone floor. Blood stained his jawline, a crimson trail trickling down his arm. He was not fatally injured, but Aria had pushed him further than any Luna had ever done before.

*********************** Adrian's POV My body felt weak; the wounds that Zane had inflicted on me through his devilish attack were still throwing with pain, the black magic still threatening to consume me. I tried to keep my mind sharp. I cod feel the weight of zabes taunts, but my determination to escape and protect my family kept me grounded. The darkness kept on gnawing at me, but my resolve was stronger. I wouldn't make him win; Lena and my child needed me. Zane had the upper hand physically, but I still had my mind intact, and my will to fight was as strong as ever.

The tunnel tightened, boxed in by stone and steel. Aaron shifted, shielding Angela without hesitation. Perfect. I stepped closer, savoring it. “It’s over,” I said lightly. “Twenty warriors above us. More coming. No exits.” Silence stretched, thick and damp. “I don’t want a messy slaughter. This place is filthy. Undignified.” My gaze slid past him to Angela, pale, furious, alive. “I only want one thing.” Aaron’s growl vibrated the stone. “Say it.”