Blacklight Foxy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? I’m living with my mate, I’m in love, and beyond everything, I’m safe and accepted by my pack. So, of course, dick-head, I’m alright.” Before I could even answer her, she looked at us and said: “Oh, and by the way, the Sam you knew is dead; my name is Foxy.” Blake tried to reach Sam’s arm, but before he got too close, she snapped at him: “Try that. I will let Lily show you what she feels about you. You know Blake, Lily, and Lucy have chosen Logan as her mate, so there are no affection, love, or even memories for either of you. You stay away from me. “

He selected video four, and the holographic screen expanded a little more by playing the video. A man of about 25 years old with long black hair with a beautiful bluish glow, he has a slightly fierce male face, thanks to his sword-like eyebrows and his phoenix eyes with dark lashes. The glow of his blue eyes was very relaxed, which was very much at odds with the person's entire fierce appearance. He looked at the camera and smiled kindly, his gaze softening so much, as if the person recording could soften this wild wolf just by looking at him. Then he sat down on the bench in front of the white piano that seemed to be illuminated by the golden rays of the sun.

A second later, it gave out its black smoke. Ibekwe dropped the pot on the ground and rubbed his eyes. Everywhere was quiet now. The children had stopped singing and dancing and the birds seemed to have gotten what they desired from their ruthless efforts on top of the tree. The light of the moon was still bright and Ibekwe knew he shouldn't be alone.

Hence, she began looking around frantically while she tried to find a way out. Right then, a golden light flashed by. A white nine-tailed fox descended from the sky. It landed right in front of her. In the next second, the nine-tailed fox opened its mouth and pounced toward her. It scratched one of her eyes out. “Ahh…” The intense pain made Xyla feel even more terrified. She didn’t even realize she had screamed out loud… The strong sense of fear instantly woke her. When Xyla opened her eyes, everything was pitch black around her.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

After a few hours, their captors returned, and with them a thin, tall figure dressed in black clothes. - Sir, here is your slave. - one of the foxes says, rubbing his hands. The vampire steps forward and stops at the safe distance of the bars, sniffing the air. He smiled and his eyes looked over Lucifron from head to toe. Then he circles the cage, and when he returns to the fox's side, he nods. He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a small black bag which he lands in the greedy fox's hand. Lucifron's gaze rises, the fox opens the bag and removes one of the small stones, looking at it with shining eyes.

“Vincent…she’s in my head…looking at me while I look back at her…it feels endless…like mirrors…” Her nails scratched at her own skin in panic. “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe when she looks at me like this!” Vincent grabbed her hands, holding them down firmly. “Breathe with me! Focus on my voice, Camela! You are mine, not hers. Look at me.” Her glowing eyes flickered between him and the unseen reflection. The largest black fox approached silently, its teeth glinting in the dim light. Its eyes glowed like embers.

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

I took out a syringe, "This is the latest drug developed specifically for werewolves. After taking it, you will lose consciousness and obey. So you'll do anything I let you to. And if I ask you to tell the truth, you'll obediently tell it. I'm getting old and can't stand such a ruthless scene. You tell me, shall you talk or shall I ask you to talk?" Black Fox's eyes were colder, "There's no such drug in this world." "Huh, whether there is or not, you'll find out." I approached Black Fox with the syringe, whispering in his ear, "Soon, you'll know what it's like to suffer more than death."

But my optimism was dwindling. Fox brought the box over to the rickety table we sat at the night before, and waved her hands around it as if to say, “ta-da!” The stone floor against my bare feet sent a quick chill up my spine as I inspected the box. It was white cardboard, with a insignia of a blue eye stamped on the sides. As I reached for it a familiar smell hit my nose, I crinkled it in disgust. “VIXEN!” Fox yelled out swatting the air around her.