Avengers Hercules Novels & Stories

Hercules added. As Audrey received Hercules' reply, she couldn't help but feel frustrated. She knew he was right about Anna being heavily guarded, but she didn't want to miss this chance to avenge her pack. She replied back to him, "I know it's risky, but I can't let this opportunity slip away. I have to do this." Hercules tried to reason with her, "Audrey, you have to think this through. If you get caught, it will be game over. And what about Alex? You don't know of his on to you." But Audrey had already made up her mind.

His bullies, if I guessed right, happened to be humans. Obviously, it was going to be a mismatch if either of them was stupid enough to cause a fight. Eric might be an omega werewolf, but a fight between him and a regular human would be a piece of cake to him. I don't care how agile or physical that person may be. As long as he was human, Eric would make mincemeat out of him. Figuratively speaking, of course. To top it off, Eric was a member of the school's football team and had the physique to match, thanks to his genes.

He was going to protect me with everything that he had. As the last warriors realized that he was the only one left standing. The only one left alive, he took one last effort to lunge at me but was grabbed my Noah who had extended his claws and ripped the warriors throat out. Dropping his dead body on the ground. Noah ran over to me and kneeled down in front of me. "Ava." He said, looking me over. Seeing that I was badly hurt. But I was staring at him like he wasn't even there.

And he was most definitely not Earnest. He was tall, with a lean, almost predatory grace, dressed in a dark, tailored suit that seemed to absorb the light. His hair was araven black, slicked back from a sharp, angular face. But it was his eyes that held me captive – a piercing, unsettling shade of emerald green, so unlike the warm, sky-blue of Earnest’s. They were cold, calculating, and unnervingly familiar. A shiver, not of cold but of a primal unease, traced its way down my spine.

Rhysher thinks. Okay... now, two of them are to look for, then I can check who among them was the rebirth of Cybele. Rhysher thought to himself. He couldn't help but recall that one ancient prophesy uttered before he was cast out from Valhalla. " The elements are said to have created creatures. Rare and enigmatic creatures with strength and powers beyond the Supreme Wolf. A power near to that of the deities. Each had its own set of abilities in terms of the element they were responsible for. And among them will be reborn a goddess herself, deprived of justice and love, a bride of the Lycan god,"

I frowned. "Then tell me why the fuck am I here for and I fucking know damn well its more then getting me to talk about my father's hideout. So tell me, who the fuck you are and why am I really here?!" She placed her hand over her chest mockingly. "Oh my gosh, where are my manners? I'm sienna darling, sorry for the late introduction." I rolled my eyes. "Nice to know you slutty sienna, now tell me the truth on why am I really here and who you two are working for." She glared at me.

Seemed like the best way to get rid of him. Jason narrowed his eyes in on me with accusation lighting them, "You know what he is," he seethed, baring his teeth at me, "You know I'm not crazy. I know what I saw last night. The people who attacked us weren't human either. They were too fast. Too strong." "Maybe you should stop skipping leg day, asshole," Erica quipped, popping up at my side out of nowhere. She had been listening in on our conversation, "maybe your scrawny ass wouldn't feel threatened then. I'm practically stronger and faster than you. And that's sad."

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.