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I'm not proud of that. "Okay, gentlemen, time to talk business," Grayson begins, after taking a long swig of his large caramel frappé with extra whipped cream and colored sprinkles. I don’t like that he called me a gentleman, "Ever since the first day Redboxinggloves insulted Midnight, I've been watching all the Beast Maker people very carefully. I've created a list of possible attackers, take a look at it." Gray sets a piece of paper down on the table and then turns to all sides as if someone is watching us. I take it first, approaching Baxter on the couch so he can read as well.

Ayla felt sad for the two griffins and hoped that the Arch-Mage would find a way to save Cyan. “May I get close to Cyan?” Rhobart asked. When Eydyia gave her approval, Rhobart went to Cyan and put his hand on the griffin. His eyes turned silver, and he gritted his teeth. “There is something foul inside Cyan. It feels like a splinter of evil.” “You can feel what’s wrong with Cyan?” asked Atlas. Rhobart shrugged. “It is not the first time I touched an animal and knew what was wrong with him. Anyway, whatever is inside Cyan hid its presence the moment he felt me. I can’t feel it anymore.”

She asked me. "He looked handsome though. He had this light grey eyes-" Ruhi sat up straight immediately giving me quite scare. "What did you just say!? Grey eyes!!??" "Is everyone in this family deaf?" "Yes, I told he had grey eyes." Her eyes widened so large I thought it would pop. "AADHVIK HAS GREY EYES!!" I guess we did have hearing problem in our family cause I could not believe what she just said. "Eyy, he is not the only person with grey eyes you know." I told in a way to reassure myself.

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

"Liar" Grayson sighed as he approached me. He was dressed all in black, his large biceps were exposed and his tribal tattoo was on display. I had always admired the intricate design, but now I could see how anyone else could find it menacing. It stood out proudly, dark against his sun-kissed skin, and his powerful aura dominated the space we were in. "I've fought and won many battles before. I fought alongside my warriors, and as an Alpha, I was, of course, concerned with their safety... but now I have you".

Headlights flared, slicing through the darkness like twin blades. The Ironclaws froze. Eyrix lifted his head weakly. A black motorcycle rolled into view between the trees, its engine a low, predatory purr. The rider was massive, his silhouette broad and dangerous as he killed the engine and swung a leg over the bike. Ryder Blackfang, The Alpha of Blackfang pack. He stepped forward, boots crunching on leaves. He didn’t look at the Ironclaws at first. He looked at Eyrix. Slowly, Ryder crouched in front of him. The man’s eyes were an unnerving, icy gray, reflecting the moonlight. His scent hit Eyrix like a wall—steel, and something darkly intoxicating beneath it.

But, it is not like I can’t say that it is a natural way to survive in this kind of environment wherein our capabilities are constantly being tested and questioned. Maleficent sighed. She placed her familiar’s egg on a soft and cottony pillow before heading to the bed. Drawing the drapes, she climbed onto her bed with an occupied mind. She was thinking about the third Halfling, who got the Gryphon as a familiar, Sylvia the daughter of Satan the Angry. The creature called the Gryphon was a gigantic creature with a body of a lion and the face and wings of a hawk. Its offensive skills and flexible ability due to its wings were comparable to the Hydria and Basilisk. Unlike the Basilisk that was

Black smirked and bit his lower lip—mimicking the photo Grey had received on Instaglow. “I’m not gay, okay!” Grey suddenly shouted, drawing attention from everyone nearby. “What the hell! Let go of my hand!” Black finally let go, winked, and licked his lips seductively. Blue ran to Grey behind the counter and whispered in his ear. “Why don’t you use your powers on Black too? Did you forget?” Grey grinned. “Right.” He stepped out from behind the counter and stood beside Black. Placing his hand on the young man’s waist, Grey leaned in.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.