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And in the center of it all, a village, small wooden houses with thatched roofs, smoke curling from chimneys, surrounded by chaos. Two packs. One dark gray and black. The other reddish-brown. They tore into each other. Claws raked flesh. Fangs snapped. Blood sprayed dark against the grass. Humans, actual humans, cowered inside doorways, screaming. I froze at the tree line. This wasn’t a dream. This was my book. Moonbound Claim. The opening battle. The Silverfang clan versus the Crimson Claw. The human village caught in the crossfire. The alphas fighting for territory, for dominance, for survival.

This felt like it was vibrating on the page and she could not help but touch it. A light electric shock struck her hand and a warning appeared on the page, “This book is meant for the eyes of the Holy Clan. None but those whom are members of the clan may read this book. Great protections shroud this book and anyone defying this requirement will find themselves turned to stone.”

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He said. Clancy interrupted him "I know that, but what happened?" They shared gazes except William who stood before Clancy, he urged Clancy to have a seat first "You've a lot to learn Dhampir!" He suggested and Clancy walked towards a sofa. "What is it I must know?" Clancy asked as he sat on a sofa beside Bella while Catherine sat beside him "Did we get the Unholy Book? Any copy?" He asked now seated. William sat before him heaving for a brief justification "Yes, we've what could match the councils in power but it's definitely not what we expected." He began.

The Beta of the Black Claw clan would not be seen cowering in fear. I tried not to give her too much of my attention, the stubborn girl that was surprisingly lasting more than I ever thought. I wanted to run my hands through my hair and maybe pull them out due to sheer frustration at everything that was going on. The game everyone had been waiting for had started earlier that morning and I had entered the playground that was turned into a mini fighting arena to see that Claire, the fucking stubborn luna and my friend had still not chickened out from the competition.

Clashing of Clans He’d never been on a plane before. He stood silently, his hair falling into his eyes and watched the different planes taxi down the runway. He was aware of the woman standing behind and to his left watching him. He ignored her. He waited. He abided his time by losing himself in the progression of the dance each plane seemed to be engaged in. He succinctly conjectured whether or not JFK was always this busy or if sometimes it slowed down. He watched the reflections of strangers as they passed by, the planes momentarily omitted from his deliberations. He still looked for them. In every adult he saw, he still looked. He shook his head, unkempt bangs falling over his closed eye

“The Unnamed realises the inferiority of our chaos shards, a true shard is infinitely more powerful.” The cloak grew over the mask again, as the masks stopped rotating, the mask in front being one screaming in agony. “Its time the Unnamed became serious then.” A small portal opened and a book floated out. It was old, with inscriptions everywhere. The book opened on its own, and a red glow came from within. “Seventh Chapter of the Necronomion: Judgement of the Dark gods.”

Slowly, agonizingly so, Alexander forces had conquered more and more White Clan base until only a handful were still standing – as well as Aithority itself. Alexander had waited till them had sent his elite forces from Idris to protect the capital base, one of the last Institutions still standing, before he had made his move. He had surrounded their and started his siege, having his power bombard the capital of their Clan constantly, over and over and over. The assault was merciless and continued for three full weeks. Now, at the start of the fourth week, there was no doubt capital was close to collapse as the magic holding the Allied army out was fading more and more, starting to fail and g

He mumbled as he took step away from the wagon and glanced about the new area that Ezekiel had brought him to. *** Fields of long green grass stretched out all over the hills and paths in the distance and a large settlement full of various sized shapes and buildings sat far to the south. It was the first glance that Brandon had had of one of the four Leopard Clans Villages. The sun sat like a swollen lemon in the sky casting warm rays that perfectly out lined a village that partially resembled any mortal settlement that Brandon had ever visited, but instead of rev of machines or the bustle of bodies or the cement spires that reached in to the heaves.

She slid it across the table. “Three hundred units.” Tunde hesitated. “I was told it could go for five.” She let out a dry laugh. “Then whoever told you that was either setting you up or sending you to your grave. Take the three.” He looked down at the shard, then at her. Then picked up the chip. “Deal.” Glitch gave a slight nod. “Good choice. But a word of advice: if you’re planning something stupid, like smuggling yourself into the Citadel don’t come back here. You won’t get a second deal.”