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Torento asked in the darkness. "Yes Boss." Terry replied. A bang was heard, the door was kicked open and just at that moment the light came back. Josh was standing by the door, a bandage wrapped around his head and some wierd looking glasses on his face. He held a baseball bat in his right hand. "Hello," he smiled, the lights went off again. There was a bang, followed by another. Someone shouted in pain, it was one of Torento's men and a crack was heard, Alex didn't need to be told to know that was a bone.

The lights merged. A new symbol appeared. A circle divided into three equal parts. The First Blade returned to Ariana's hand. Its blade had changed. It was no longer silver, it carried all three lights. Ariana looked at it. "What is it now?" The Keeper answered. "The Balance Blade." Kael smiled. "That sounds important." "It is." The Keeper looked toward the darkness beyond the chamber. "With that blade, Ariana can repair the Veil." Ariana lifted it. "Then let's do it."

The passing beaches made my mouth slightly askew at it beauty, "Is it alright if I head up to the beach tomorrow? Get a nice day out?" Triston barely paid me any attention, "Sure. Sure." He waved me off, as I faced him. Triston was a good looking man, his blonde hair combed back in a way that complemented his facial structure. He was focused on his work, his sapphire eyes scanning lines of an email that was probably important. I remember when I had important tasks- things that needed my attention that I would ignore him for. Now, I had none of that- just my silly garden-

Tears slide down my face and I gasp in pain as I realise what I am feeling. “Dad!” I cry out “It’s Nova. She’s hurt. Find Nova”. My dad stares at me confused for a moment before it clicks. Nova must be my mate, and the bond has clicked into place. I am feeling her pain and there is an overload of it. Wherever she is, it feels like she is being tortured and her emotions have shut down completely.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This

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He grunted and grabbed my hand firmly, which was holding a knife, and removed the knife all at once. He swallowed painfully, and Adam's apple bobbed, and closed his eyes. His body was shaking. After a moment, "I'll kill you, bitch!" He hissed and snapped open his eyes, furious. I shivered. He brought the bloody knife between the valley of my breasts and tore away my bra, and exposed me. I gasped when he streaked his blood over my breasts on nipples through the knife. He leaned forward and caught my breast in his mouth, sucking my nipple harder. His breathing turned to labor, as unbearable pain passed through his body. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he fought to keep himself on his feet a

Morgan… I paused to remember saving someone. Not long I remember how I saved her and received a stamp on my foot as a reward. The thought of it brought back a twinge of pain from my foot. It was not totally healed.Then I continued to read. … this deed of which I just found out. Come over to my house tomorrow (using the address inside the envelope) for I shall be unavailable today and we shall discuss your reward. I shall be expecting you. Putin Global Inc, Mr. Edgecombe.

After this, James tried his best to not pay any heed to Delainey because he knew he would have a hard time suppressing the temptation in his heart if he stayed close to a woman. Thus, he wanted to stay away as much as he could. James pulled out the Blade of Justice. The Blade of Justice had a very unassuming appearance and was about 156 centimeters in length. It looked nothing like a legendary sword.