Battle Unscramble Novels & Stories

Rhys was watching me from across the room with the careful attention of a man who had served me long enough to know that my stillness was not calm. "Disposition," I said. "Yes, Alpha," Rhys said. "They used that word in a Blood Kingdom joint declaration," I said. "They did." Disposition in assembly language meant an outcome to be determined by the elder council. It was the word used for contested claims, for property disputes, for things whose status was unresolved. They had used it for Austin the way you used it for an object. The stated consequences section was the last part of the letter. If Blood Moon's Alpha did not comply with the formal demand within seven days, the coalition would in

A bottle of alcohol was kept in the center. "This is how the game works, when you pick a number out of this ten piece of paper; then spin the bottle on the floor, whoever the bottom of the bottle face will be your partner for whatever you have picked. Either a boy or girl; it does not matter." She said and smirked I was Already having a bad feeling about the game but i decided to play along for once. "So who is going first?" Kelly asked Tala "I will!" A guy answered... So he picked a number among the ten piece of paper on the floor.

Kael murmured against her skin, his breath hot as he nudged her thighs apart. She complied without hesitation, her feet shifting wider, exposing her pussy to my forced gaze, swollen lips parted, slick with need. Arlo's hands cupped her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples until she whimpered, his erection grinding against her ass through his trousers. They worked together, shedding their clothes with efficient hunger. Shirts tossed aside, revealing toned chests marked with scars from battles and tattoos. Their pants dropped, freeing their cocks, thick, veined cocks that bobbed heavy and hard, pre-cum beading at the tips.

SALOME The sound of glass shattering against the wall made me jump, but I kept my eyes glued to the floor. It was a heavy glass whiskey bottle. Luna Mariam had aimed straight for Alpha Williams's head, but luckily for him, he was able to dodge it. The bottle missed him by two inches and scattered all over the hardwood floor, sending sharp, glittering shards everywhere. Still, Alpha Williams Sphere said nothing. He just stood there, wiping a stray drop of liquor from his cheek, his face completely blank.

The lycan staggered and roared as the serum took effect, forcing its bones to crack and shift painfully back into human form against its will. It collapsed, now human, writhing on the ground. Catherine didn’t hesitate. She grabbed a thick fallen branch and swung it hard, cracking it across another scout’s skull. Leo moved quickly, tearing into a third scout with claws and teeth. I reloaded and fired again. Another scout dropped, the serum locking the beast in a fragile human body. The remaining three circled more cautiously now, wary of our weapons and how quickly we moved. But they didn't stand a chance.

Back at the camp, General Ver received the news on Rudy Rude’s bungled mission lackadaisically. Not even a little sign of remorse had softened the impassive expression on his face. Rudy Rude was only an expendable pawn of little value. He could spare a thousand of his kind. Being the General, it was his privilege to play with his pawns, sacrificing them to gain an advantage over his opponents.

The LED screen shapes a heart, and I watch it break into two on the screen, “Umbra makes the rules, and for this fight… There would be no weapons.” “9 minutes 0 seconds.”

Lucas should let his friend know they will get back to him. Lucas stood there, torn between relief that the business deal his family desperately wanted would finally happen and horror at what it meant for his sister. In the end, he nodded and left, his stomach churning with guilt and dread.

"Because you're worth nothing!" Aazim, already full of rage lifted the sword high above his head, he held the gaze of Omar for a little longer before bringing the blade down on him.

Nothing held back. The warrior went down. We kept moving. That was when the battle proper began. Not our fight at the north corner — the sound of it, small as it was, carrying to Clara’s embedded people in the east wing and triggering the cascade of responses that Clara had prepared. Warriors emerging from positions. The patrol rotation breaking into engagement mode. The pack house grounds becoming, in the space of sixty seconds, something that looked nothing like a pack at rest. And from the south gate: Aldren.