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Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

My butterflies hovered over Xanthea’s face, dusting her with anesthetic pollen as I gently closed her eyelids, easing her into unconsciousness. My head snapped back, hearing footsteps approaching from behind. Another Azum — this one wearing glasses — walked toward us. I glanced at the one in front of me. “He’s my avatar. A clone,” he said. “He’ll assist you.” I returned my focus to Xanthea. “Ungh!” Xanthea writhed as the divine energy pulsed harder from the fang. “Begin transfusion!” I cried. “Quick!” Azum lay beside Xanthea as his avatar began chanting the transfusion spell.

The shadows split open like a mouth yawning wide and from it, Zerathos emerged. He was more terrifying than the few minutes ago when we had seen him through the mirror. He wore an armor forged from bone and black fire, a massive two-handed blade pulsing with the screams of the damned strapped to his back. His skin was not skin—it was shadow shaped into flesh. His eyes were not eyes—they were voids, pulling everything toward them. “Xander,” he said in a voice that made the earth tremble, “Ava.” He smiled. That smile made my blood freeze.

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

The air felt thick with ozone and hidden power. Joel slipped between the racks, heart steady. At the center stood an elevated console, its interface displaying cascading lines of code: the predator’s heartbeat. Leila, monitoring remotely via a hardened line, whispered through the comms. “It’s processing massive data sets. Victim profiles. Behavioral forecasts. And financial ledgers tied to IZO44.” Suddenly, the servers whirred louder. Lights intensified. A holographic projection materialized above the console: a silhouetted figure, features obscured.The voice that emerged was calm, synthesized yet commanding.

“That’s a shame because only Pandora will.” As soon as he finished that sentence his features and everything around him became darker. With an evil aura. With stormy energy. The wind howled as it picked up the pace and made the forest trees shake violently against each other. His eyes went from chocolate brown to full black and empty. His skin became pale. His nails and canines elongated and fur started to grow in his skin but he didn’t shift. Not completely at least. We all gasped as we took in what happened to him.

He tightened his grip. “No! Wait, no! I really am Vulcan, man. It’s a codename! Every member in the organization bears a codename taken from Ancient Roman religion. Look, my real name is boring ol’ Zac Zimmerman, okay? I’m not lying—this is the truth!” he cried out in tears.

She chuckled, "Okay. Take care." He smiled back, "Just let me know if he hurt you. He's replaceable and I'm always available, by the way my IG account is HandsomeLucas, follow me and I'll follow you back. Ciao~"He said before he immediately leave their apartment before Yvrozz could kill him with his glares. Zenah couldn't help but to chuckle at hus flirtatious skills. While Yvrozz who has sullen look and he looks grumpy—no, he is grumpy.

Abijah's ◇, Tank's ♤, & Zavier's ♧ POV The ◇ represents Abijah's POV, the ♧ represents Zavier's POV and the ♤ represents Tank's POV please enjoy! ------♤------ I hurry upstairs to the room to give Abijah a bath. But walking pass a floor length mirror, it's the first time I'm seeing myself after shifting. And I'm nearly as tall and massively built as the Alpha! Magnificent, I can't wait till she wakes up and sees me in my true form. I look at my thick black wavy hair that goes down to my mid back, I wonder if she knows how to braid? Short curly black hair covers my face, arms, chest and legs but my hard muscles are easily seen. I hold Abijah in my right arm she's so petite, my little Angel. I