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My lips peeled back into a snarl. “Shift,” I growled. The earth shook with cracking bones, flesh tearing, and snarls rising as my brother and I gave way to the beasts within. Chaos erupted from me, towering, raw muscle and claw. Beside me, Chad’s Cobalt rose just as massive, his black fur bristling like Chaos’s. The warriors followed, one by one, their roars splitting the dusk. The rogues poured from the treeline. I didn’t wait. My claws met the first wave with murderous fury, rending through flesh and bone. Their screams filled the clearing as my teeth sank into a throat, tearing it out in a spray of blood.

The Mondragon empire, the mafia world's old king, and his enemy. The enormous man, who looked like he was in his early twenties, called his brother a "pathetic orphan" with harshness in his voice as the man forced his automatic weapon down his brother's throat and continuously pressed the trigger. Every bullet fired at his brother's head felt like a bigger bullet being shot as well into his own heart. He witnessed his brother, Gabriel's own blood gushing from each bullet wound. His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal.

Trembling and bleeding profusely, Aaric stood leaning against the car that had been hit by him, making the five vampires frown. There were not many soul- possessors that they knew, some even have never seen this type of creature at all, therefore they did not know the extent of the creature's strength. "He is still alive?" one of the vampires muttered, looking amazed at the state of Aaric who was still able to move.

Tyr fought valiantly from the start, knowing that if he made even the tiniest reservation, Clovis would kill him. However, a more terrifying force emerged from Tyr’s body at this time, frightening Clovis greatly. Howl, howl, howl! A strange roar erupted from Tyr’s throat. This voice sounded a lot like a dragon’s roar. At the same time, his body emitted a golden light. That golden light transformed into a swarm of golden characters that encircled Tyr’s body in an instant. “What is this?” Tyr was surprised to see the golden characters surrounding him, let alone the other onlookers.

He grits his teeth against the pain, but Rose's scream tears through the night. "HADESS!" The beast throws him effortlessly into the air. He crashes down with a sickening thud. Rose barely has a second to react before she’s next. Clawed hands seize her, hurling her across the battlefield. She slams into a tree, agony exploding along her spine. A cry wrenches from her lips. Her vision wavers, darkening at the edges, but through the haze, she sees them. The creatures. They turn toward the small, shuddering boy huddled in the corner.

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

He crossed his arms at the elbows and held his hands out to William, palms up. William regarded him for a long moment, as if considering something. Then he gripped the other man's arms fiercely in the same fashion and dragged his face close in a show of staunch solidarity. "I will lead you as my brothers," he growled. He released one of Empusa's hands and bit into his own arm. Empusa lowered his head to the wound and drank of the powerful blood that was unique to William. Sekhmet and Paoli followed suit; creating blood bonds that would hold them to each other.

Blood sprayed across the stone. He released the body and before it had even finished falling, he rotated to meet the second attacker, catching its foreleg and snapping it with one brutal twist before slamming it into the ground and finishing it. The third and fourth rogues hesitated. That hesitation cost them. Robin didn’t wait for them to recover. He was already moving, his jaws locking around the neck of one of them—he slammed it repeatedly against the ground until it stopped moving entirely. The fourth turned to run. It didn’t make it three steps.

Just as I finished, two men arrived and immediately greeted Amy in a friendly manner. "Morning, Amy," they said almost in unison. Amy only answered with a short mumble. One of the men’s attention turned to me; his eyes narrowed, observing with clear curiosity. He reached out his hand, "Who is this? The new guy? I’m Sonny Ares." "Sebastian Allen," I replied, accepting his firm handshake. The other man joined our small circle. "Steven Bodhi," he said briefly. Without wasting time, they immediately turned and went into the kitchen, leaving behind the clattering sound of cooking utensils being prepared.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.