Battle With Cynthia Novels & Stories

I comment. “Whatever you’re planning today, I will have Cynthia!” Liam shouts, glaring at me fiercely. I release my Alpha aura without reservation. All the warriors behind Liam flinch. Even he shows some signs of discomfort, gaze shifting dodgily. “Battle isn’t won by numbers,” I mock. Liam looks back at his soldiers cautiously, then back at me. I wonder if he’s afraid. I hope he’s afraid. He should be afraid. “We only want Cynthia!” He calls out. “Release her, and we can all avoid a fight.”

Wayne yelled. Her eyes widened as his scent filled her whole body and made her stand still. Cynthia was on the ground at her feet while she stood face to face with the Alpha, just a few feet away from him. Fear filled her mind again as she stared at Wayne Knight. She had beaten his men, then tried to escape. And on the way, she had bumped into Cynthia and picked a fight with her. Right now, she had just been caught by him while she was beating up his mate.

It was no longer the soft glow of someone easily broken—it was a flame that would scorch anyone who dared touch it. "It's time," Cynthia murmured, planting a kiss on Harley's forehead before turning on her heel. The hem of her dress sliced through the air in a sharp, decisive arc. Her back was ramrod straight—marching not to a reconciliation, but to a battle long in the making. The Brown family estate blazed against the night like a slumbering beast roused from sleep. Cynthia stepped down from the car, the click of her stilettos precise and deliberate. Behind her sunglasses, her eyes narrowed.

Zinnia shuddered, not expecting Cynthia to fight back at all. “How dare you fight back?!” Zinnia exclaimed in surprise. Cynthia pushed Zinnia’s arm away and the latter staggered back, looking at her in disbelief. “Zinnia Larson, don’t go too far! In terms of seniority, I'm your elder sister!” Cynthia said coldly, her eyes filled with tears and anger. This was her first time resisting! In the past, no matter how Zinnia humiliated, beat, or scolded her, she endured it.

Cynthia clenched her fists tightly, seeing her use her hands to touch the flowers, it was as though she had offended her, she immediately rushed forward from the table, wanting to snatch it back. Seeing that she cared so much about the flowers, Lena immediately threw the flowers on the ground. Following that, her pair of high heel shoes ruthlessly stomped on the flowers twice, causing the chocolate to roll out and shatter a few pieces. Cynthia's heart instantly throbbed in pain. Inexplicably, she had the crazy urge to tear apart Lena's mouth and face. She got into a fight. She clenched her fist tightly, and before Lena could even react, she raised it up and punched her right in the side of h

Williams told me one night. I had just set a plate of warm beef and rice in front of him at the dining table. He stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth and looked up at me, his dark eyes intense. "We are playing the final game tomorrow, Salome," he continued, his voice dropping to a softer note. "And I would like you to be there to cheer me up." My heart did a dangerous flip in my chest. Panic immediately rushed through my veins. "Alpha, please... I don't think that is a good idea. People will see me. They will talk."

Cynthia did not look human any more. "C-Cynthia... are y-you alright?" Faith stutters, shaking slightly. Another inhuman growl rips from the black of Cynthia's throat, as her eyes snap up to focus on Faith's, who was sure she was looking into two swirling pools of darkness, waiting to draw her into the depths of hell. Cynthia's lips fold back revealing two very long, very sharp canines, gleaming in the light and looking ready to rip into Faith's flesh. She gulps at this thought. Surely she was dreaming. This was just... impossible! But then a drip of blood dribbles from Faith's finger onto the floor, and Faith felt as though time had frozen as Cynthia leapt from her chair and at Faith, merci

“Keep us hidden from any guards!” “Yeah, yeah.” Opening the door, we made our way to the cold air. Snow had started falling. “Best part is I am going to be delivering you to Astra on a silver platter before the stupid eclipse! I will get rewarded!” Cynthia sang in a whisper. “With what? A potion to make you pretty to look at?” I laughed. Cynthia tried to punch me, but her fist barely made contact with my cheek. “Fuck you!” “Oh, ouch!” I faked as I rubbed my cheek.

Arthur's POV I hesitated at the warrior's words but then I agreed. “Fine but you better make it quick.” We walked outside and then the warrior began to speak. “Gamma you're not going to believe me when I tell you this but the Beta is dead.” I froze up immediately, “What do you mean? Zaria is clearly alive.” “When we were at the battle front, I was trying to find a leeway so I hid somewhere and found the Beta get stabbed by some woman who I'm guessing is a witch.”

My wolf growled, dissatisfied, but begrudgingly agreed. Cynthia was worth more than the temporary satisfaction of revenge. If I was kicked out of school, I wouldn’t be able to protect her. Removing the memory card, I returned it and my phone to my pocket. Then I checked over Cynthia to make certain she was still asleep. Her chest gently rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. With luck, I could finish what I needed to do and be back before she woke up.