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Puffing his chest out and giving a short nod in acknowledgement, the captain barked the new commands needed and the soldiers quickly shuffled into new ranks, the longer weapons to the front, with the bladed soldiers in ranks behind them, the injured at the rear. ‘Damn they are useless by themselves, but good when told what to do,’ Rex said to himself, reaching out through his Amonthrul bond, ‘Can someone tell Markus we are closing in from behind them, I have about 100 or so new soldiers and would prefer to not be cut down by friendly fire,’ his words returning feelings of confusion back from them making him grin, “Do me proud commander, begin the assault.” Nodding quickly once more the capta

He is suddenly picked up and thrown across the cave. ****************************************************************************** “Drake!! Drake!! Can you hear me?!” Angel stares at the hole he fell into. He then senses the damage Drake is taking. His own power starts to boil up in reaction to his dear friend’s pain. Angel closes his eyes, “No! No! No! NO!” He then starts to glow red and pulsate with intense power. The wind starts to gather around him, quicker, and quicker, till it’s a shrieking gale. He then screams a blood-curdling cry, releasing the energy; the wind slams everyone into the far wall. Angel floats in mid-air with jet-black wings and fiery red hair. His hands trans

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

he said, while I smiled. I am sure he is as overwhelmed as I was the first time I was presented with that huge token of trust. We crossed the portal, and a driver was waiting for us. “Zane, this is Xavier. He will drive you around the vampire realm. He is part of my Special Ops team, and he is the backup,” Angelo said, and I nodded. “Thanks, Xavier,” I said, and then added, “Nice to meet you.” I shook his hand, and Xavier smirked.

[Angus vs Taleo Popular vote ratio before the match is 8:2] "Let the second match start!" *bang!* bang!* bang!* … As the narrator's voice ended, Angus unleashed Drive Ammo from both of his shoes, propelling himself forward with incredible speed. Meanwhile, Taleo soared into the air using his AB Jetpack and aimed his AB Rifle at Angus. Angus closed in on Taleo with determination, while Taleo manipulated his jetpack's direction through finger movements on a hologram, retreating further away. In his other hand, Taleo held a pendulum that emitted an emerald-green aura.

It smelled of wet stone, pine resin, and raw, untamed wolf blood. The moment the hydraulic ramp lowered, a squad of twelve heavily armed Starfall guardians formed a protective perimeter around the aircraft. They were grizzled veterans of the underground leagues, their dark tactical armor bearing the claw-marked sigil of the Stormfang pack. Rhys stroled down the ramp first, shirtless, the Apex Core gleaming against his massive chest like an ancient relic of a forgotten war. He didn't say a word, but the sheer, overwhelming pressure of his Alpha aura made the hardened soldiers instantly bow their heads in silent, reverent acknowledgment.

My eyes locked immediately on the guy front and center. Brad Walker. Captain. Arms crossed, cocky smirk, messy dark hair, and those same piercing eyes that used to make the old me weak. “Anyway,” Kayla continued, oblivious, “we’ve got a game against Westfield tomorrow. You should come. It’s the perfect way to get thrown into the chaos.” “Maybe,” I said noncommittally. She stopped at a junction in the hallway. “My class is this way. Yours is straight down there, end of the hall. Sorry we’re not in the same one.”

We return fire, taking down several enemies with precise shots. Fuck. We should’ve just used guns. They're more convenient. I’m sure the cops will show up soon, but it won't be a problem with my power and position now. I don’t give a fuck. Angel uses his dual pistols to wipe out enemies on the left while Jack lands crushing punches and kicks to the ones on the right. They are my two wings. I love them. "I'm almost in position!" Angel yells above the gunfire. "Hold on there, guys," Jack shouts as he dodges the barrage.

the she-wolves said in unison and bowed as if I were a guest. A wave of panic surged up my back and my mouth opened in surprise, but no sound came from my throat. "You may leave," said the voice of a man I did not know. When I looked towards the door, a tall, thin man with blonde hair and hazel eyes carefully returned my gaze. There was something in his face that reminded me of Stefan, and my pulse raced immediately. The man frowned, as if he had noticed that. "I'm Ángel; I'm the Beta of the Northern Pack and I can help you with whatever you need. Are you looking for Enya or are you looking for Jackson?" the Beta Angel asked, and little by little I leaned back.

There was something unholy about this girl. "I am Parker," I said, keeping my voice level as I introduced myself. "Yeah, so?" Angelica snapped, raising a perfectly crafted eyebrow. "I am from the White Moon Pack, sent by King Alpha Xavier to investigate the rogue attacks!" I said. "I don't think we officially met. Who are you?" Angelica flinched, yet she recovered quickly and crossed her arms around her chest. "Did you see that?" Willow gasped suspiciously. "I did," I said.