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RED ALERT! Blackening Value increase-75% The blackening happened so suddenly that Omeo who heard an unfamiliar sound inside his head furrowed his brows, as he was thinking who is it, having to cross a thought that he might have been bonded by a system suddenly made him feel ecstasy but before he feel an un-presented joy of finally having a system despite him not being a hero or Sotiras, a big shadow that was shaped into a weird figure appeared in front of him. The feathery and also was like a skin-bone feet at the same time was seen in Omeo sight who was still on the ground as he was still struggling on getting up and standing on his feet without any help from a person who take the initiativ

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

I stayed jaws dropped where the black one keeps approaching on it. " Now, we can be together. You can now act like me, think like me, and best like me!" A deep horrible voice echoes in Starks's ears until everything looks dark. As the black smoke subsided from the atmosphere, Stark gape to the sky and set a louder scream. As his head back leveling the ground, his eyes were not silver anymore, it's all res without pupil like a demon on the underworld. A strange grin was drawn on his face as he swiftly ran back to the edge of the forest going to the city.

Panic-stricken, crying in fear, I grabbed a hold of my clothes, covering what was left of my body. I saw it now, his eyes. They were fully red. The fangs. He had fangs prowled out from his mouth. His fingers, now claws. Asher Blackwood was more than mysterious. He wasn’t human!

Kat smiled at him as the shadows formed around her and covered her from sight, before dropping again to reveal her third form. Before Ruben and Vlad stood a massive black panther like creature, but it had small wings coming from the top of its front shoulders, short black horns protruding from its temples, a long flowing bushy tail and a ruff of long hair under its neck and down its massive muscled chest. Those eyes were still the same though and starting to dilate out, getting blacker and blacker, like a cat focused on its prey and about to pounce. “Kat!” Ruben hardly breathed. “Don’t go…”

Kairo said, pointing at the hair. “So, a male rogue black wolf.” Lyon scratched his chin as he nodded. “Have you seen everyone’s wolf?” “There’s one pup with black, but not as dark as mine. He has charcoal,” Califf concurred. “There’s more.” All eyes were pinned on me. “I saw a human footprint, but I kinda smudged it by accident.” “Okay.” I looked at Califf. “Size ten, maybe more. Do you know anyone has a webbed-toes?”

The scarred leader crouched over me, claws flexing. I closed my eyes waiting for the worst to happen. “Time to—” The sound came then, loud, scary. A roar shattered the air. It wasn’t a wolf sound. It was deeper, older, thunder made flesh. Something enormous exploded from the undergrowth. Black fur shot through with silver. Crimson eyes blazing. Taller than any shifter I’d ever seen, broader, more monstrous. Dark chains coiled around thick wrists and ankles, pulsing with red-black light like living veins.

My sneakers slapped the pavement, breath sharp in my throat. I pushed through the gate, scanning the yard and froze. Marvel stood in the middle of the playground, shoulders squared, lips curled back in a low growl at another boy. His small hands were clenched tight, and for a second, I could have sworn his eyes… didn’t look like his. Marvel, my sweet, even-tempered boy, was standing over another kid on the ground, growling. Not shouting. Growling. Teeth bared. Eyes glowing maybe it was the light, maybe not.

The battlefield slowed. Not because the war ended. Because fear arrived. Real fear. The massive black wolf stepped fully into the moonlight, and everything changed. He was enormous. Bigger than Xander. Bigger than any Alpha Bailey had ever seen. His fur was midnight dark, but streaks of deep crimson ran along his shoulders like scars burned into his skin. His eyes glowed an unnatural red — not wolf silver, not rogue yellow. Something older. Something wrong. Even the rogues stopped attacking for a moment.

I've already died once, nothing to lose or gain. An evil laughter erupted from his throat, his expression looked like a demon let out from hell. Black blood vessels appeared on his neck as he laughed, it then spread towards his arms, his eyes partially changed to black, with black claws coming out of his finger tips. Devin’s hold on my neck tightened. Surprisingly, I didn't struggle, I closed my eyes as I choked, waiting for death.