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Yes, her eyes were beautiful but Erick knew there was more to her and he was ready to unravel her qualities. As he drove to the golf course, he opened up the top roof of his Cadillac to let in the fresh breeze of the summer afternoon. He pushed the button on his radio and the music of Celine Dion filtered In "my heart will go on "he sang as he drove through the gates of the golf course. His first mission had been accomplished. He felt proud of himself, he hoped the rest of the day would go as planned. Time seems to pass by slowly at times when you have something in view. Eric chatted with some gentlemen at the golf course, played a round of the game, and glanced at his watch. He braved himse

Lucas spoke up, the hard look in his eye sending his cousin off silently. It took everything Chloe had to suck air into her lungs and not sink to the ground when Lucas took just a few dominating strides towards her. Being werewolf blessed Chloe with supernatural senses and yet the shadows of night and light of the moon only sharpened Lucas’ features even more. There was something wild and yet put together in everything about Lucas. A true apex predator who had fixed his sights on his latest prey.

Twilight asked Swift Mustang. “Shadow Star is the leader of my group, he’s the element bearer of Devotion” said Swift “that’s right Swifter” said Shadow Star “you’re Shadow Star and why you’re flying?” Twilight asked “why I’m flying with one wing I don’t why.” Said Shadow Star “his right wing was severed when he was chased by a dragon” said Swift Mustang “yep I was chased by a dragon and his attack severed my right wing and that event haunts me still” said Shadow Star. Twilight pats his shoulder “It’s okay people get haunted by events of the past and yet you continue fighting” said Twilight. “Thank you Twilight anyway Astral Mist, Lunar Scar & Ivory Wings will be here soon “I’m here Shadow!!

It looked angrily at the person who left, and the roars in the surroundings raged. After a while, the beast calmed its anger down and looked at the list in its hand. [Clovis, level five holy being, ranked 17 with no affiliated forces.] After glancing at its ranking, it looked at the one above it. [Lexie, level five holy being, ranked 16, ancient Heavenly Court.] However, further up the list, apart from the great emperor of the ancient Heavenly Court, as well as members of the Beelzebub royal family, white tiger royal family, and chimera royal family, it could see no others.

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

“He didn’t just lose himself—he dragged the Twilight name through blood and ash. If his enemies gather to attack him noe, we’ll all pay for it.” Shouts broke out. Packs that once hunted side by side now glared like rival factions. Some bared their teeth. The tension was thick and wild, it was volatile. “Order!” Elder Ronen barked, his voice carrying like a whipcrack. Freya remained mute where she was. She doubted any of them would care to listen to her at the moment. Another voice spoke up from near the front, firm and calm—a she-wolf scout with an iron expression. “Then let him prove he deserves the title again.”

“The council believes the cult is regrouping under a new creed. They call themselves the Twilight Hand.” Kaelira frowned. “They serve the Black Moon’s remnants.” “They claim to serve balance,” Senn corrected. “But their balance involves a great many corpses.” The bridge shuddered under a gust of wind. Somewhere far downstream thunder rolled. Zevran looked skyward. “Storm brewing.” “Not weather,” Kaelira said. “Magic.”