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They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

Then, as he clenched his fist, the energy chain suddenly exploded. This... The expressions in the eyes of the predators changed, filled with shock. Swoosh! A vine-like pitch-black vine that glowed with a terrifying dark light whipped towards Flaming Qilin with lightning speed. The air was cut apart, and an ear-piercing hissing sound rang out. Slap! The whip hitting something sounded. It had struck Flaming Qilin's palm. However, it was hard to retrieve it. The expert in the Gold Immortal Realm ran his cultivation crazily, trying to shake Flaming Qilin and take back the soft whip, but it was useless.

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti

Their bodies instantly turned stiff. It was just that Whitney’s falling needles that filled the expanse of the sky could not discern between the good guys and the bad, so they struck a few of the Ghost members as well. Storm sighed repeatedly. “What is this? This move is powerful but it can’t distinguish the good guys from the bad. It needs further improvement!” Whitney smiled and said, “I’ll fix you up later.” Storm was very helpless from staying frozen in place. Due to Whitney’s arrival, the combat power of both parties dropped sharply at the same time.

Idris Blackthorne "Watch your barking tongue, Tavon Blackthorne!" Magnus Wraith snaps, his throat choking hard on his cup of wild berry wine until his eyes turn watery. "My alpha frame carries ten times more running power and handsome fur than your ugly pelt could ever dream of!" Tavon stays completely blind to the thick, suffocating pack tension rising inside the stone walls, his mouth moving carelessly. "This is absolute forest witchcraft! Is that plain healer female carrying some secret dark moon potion inside her basket?"

“Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.” That wasn’t comforting. “At least tell me where you’re going,” she added. I hesitated. Then... “The Forbidden Club.” Silence. The kind that made my stomach tighten. Avery’s expression changed completely. “Wait,” she said slowly. “You’re serious?” “Why?” I asked. “What is it?” She stared at me for a second longer. Then laughed. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” My chest tightened. “Then tell me.”

He picked up on the third ring. “I didn’t expect to hear from you again so soon,” he said. “I need more.” “More what?” “Options.” There was a pause. “You sound scared.” I swallowed. “I am.” He gave me two names. One was a ghost who specialized in sabotages like quiet explosions, electrical interference, GPS distortion. The other was someone who could get to Silas without triggering a war. A middleman. Not tied to either family. But expensive. “I can only call in one,” I said.

I repeated, more firmly this time, though the quiver in my voice betrayed me. His gaze bore into mine, as if searching for something—an answer, a reaction, anything. And for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a crack in his icy façade, a glimpse of the Chris I once knew. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by the same unreadable mask. “Not that easily after earning so many black points!” “Black points?” “For disobeying me.” I swallowed my saliva out of fright because now I know that my worst nightmare is about to begin.

Wyverna's ancient martial arts, the Void-Warping Fist. A fierce force shaped like a palm was unleashed with unrestrained power, akin to a mighty flyswatter. It erupted in the air, creating a visible ripple of energy, engulfing all the black-clad hulks in its path. It resembled a whirlwind on flat ground, tossing their bodies as it surged, propelling them a good 100 meters away. The luckier among the black-clad hulks, standing farther back, bore the brunt of the blow with less intensity.

"See you all on the other side!" Remaining in place, I watch as Uncle Ramone shifts into his wolf and leaps, grabbing one of the crow beasts by the leg and dragging it to the deck of the ship. "You got your weapon?" Fineon asks, turning his gaze toward me. "Or should we..." "I’m ready." Letting a smile spread across my face, I pull my titanium whip, which is specially equipped with tiny spikes along the whip itself, and strike out. Where the whip hits, electricity erupts, scattering all around.