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I held his gaze for a moment, struggling to control the rage that was bubbling within me and threatening to rise. My gaze flitted past his shoulder to Lloyd, one hand crossed over his chest, the other hand anchoring his jaw, his eyes sparkling. He was obviously enjoying the fight. With another look at Xavier, I took a step forward to stand beside him, arms crossed over my chest and eyes going back to the strange guy. The beta Fighting him now proved to be a hard nut. His strokes landed fast and solid, and the ebony man was doing more of defense. “Come to think of it,” I said. “People are only either warriors, mages, or businessmen. The idea that someone is a businessman and a warrior doesn't

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

For it to be fair match Yom was given a proper rest. "Everyone bow down and hail the king" said the knight, everyone present bowed, Athen knew it was his time to win this competition and become Balak's bodyguard, he was already regretting on a thought of working for his enemy, Balak came to the competition, he was carrying his sword with him and was wearing his crown "Let's start the fight and see who is biggest warrior" he said excitedly.

Alexander said. “Call me father. Education is not a problem. I am very sure reading and writing is not a problem for you because it is a criteria for being the warrior head. “ The King answered in return. “My king...Father, Amir has been training for this all his life. That is why he puts so much effort in training. I can’t take what belongs to him. “ Alexander said, he never if the king commanded him he would have to see it through.

Each with a cattle prod and called forth the four of us. “Prince-ee, Braids, Omega scum, and Rogue, let’s go! Grab a weapon and make your way to the arena!” The Beta Baron came marching into the barracks yelling and giving out orders, as he unlocked the weapons area. I looked at Teal and he nodded towards where the old and blunt swords stood. I grabbed a blade inspecting it. It was worthless, with chipped and dull edges, I would be lucky if it could slice or pierce a mouse.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

She felt drawn to him, and as she took two steps forward with her hand reaching out to him, the tall mysterious warrior was tackled to the ground by the Beta. A battle cry was torn from the warrior's full lips as he picked Beta Daniel up like he was light as a feather, which she knew not to be true because he was built like a goddamn tank; all the werewolves were. The Betas' nails extended into claws and he used them to slash the warrior across the face and arms. Blood seeped from the warrior's wounds, but it did not falter his movements as he crushed the Betas body against the same wall he had Mira pressed upon.

But since she was parched, she finished the wine in a single gulp. The man moved closer to the fire. Close enough for Jade to notice a long main of silver hair that was tied back in a half-ponytail. Jade was confused. The man didn’t look to be that old. At least, based on his voice alone, he sounded quite sprightly and young—perhaps just a few years older than she was. “I believe you, by the way,” the man said. “My name is Jin. I’m a trader.” “Jade… er… I’m a student.” Jade stuck out her hand to shake his, but quickly put it down when he showed no signs of wanting to acknowledge it.

Having his picture in the paper was the last thing he wanted, and the pompous elf accused him of doing it on purpose. "It is a Warrior's job to know everything. How can you protect John Relco if you do not know everything that is going on around him? How are you to protect your world if you are not diligent in your observation of your surroundings? A Warrior uses his senses. Taste your environment. Feel your surroundings. Hear the very wind around you and allow it to speak to you."