Novel & Cerita Creature Commandos Wattpad

She is not afraid of what will happen to her, a true hunter indeed. However, her face seems so familiar. Like I have seen it before, way before, she looks and acts like a hunter. I exited the dungeon as quietly as possible. A gathering with Alarick and some subordinates must come first. Carrying the burden of making Alarick the next Alpha, I am trying to create different excuses to say to the subordinates. Subordinates are old werewolves who served under the last Alpha, Alarick’s father. “Convel,” I am greeted with old werewolves and Alarick, who is now biting his thumb.

Whipping my gaze to him, my breath hitched as I watch him position himself above me. “Let’s just say a virgin like you wouldn’t want to be stuck in a room with me,” He whispers in a deep, husky voice that makes my core ache. And I hate it. Gritting my teeth, I look up at him, struggling to escape his grasp. He’s right. I’ve been a ball of nerves since he popped up in my room. I mean, who wouldn’t? Imagine getting out of the shower then find a smoking hot, dangerous and arrogant-looking outsider leaning against the wall of your room. With no bra or panties on, there’s only so much you could do to tell him off. Especially if the jerk is none other than the future alpha of Cruelcrest Hounds Pac

THE PATH TO THE LIBRARY “How many Bampires did you bring with you, Jessblue?” “I was waiting for you to ask me that question,” I tell him before answering—twenty-three total, including me. When Cristina sent me the coordinates, she made me realize that if I brought a whole army of Bampires to earth. We could have a severe problem, potentially putting this planet in danger. So, I got twenty of my loyal warriors and my two Barons. I'm sure you remember them. Andrew and Chris.”

Vance queried, perusing the file of pictures of our targets and battle plan. “Wade’s team has Venomane, Esme’s team has Forlorn Colac and Chad’s team has Artic Werelocks.” All of this information was engraved in my head. Each of these packs was a menace to the werewolf kingdom by not adhering to our pack laws. “Easy enough,” Duke added, giving the impression that this was a piece of cake to handle.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

"You are certainly not a vampire... Or a werewolf... I feel his Adam apple glide against my palm. Staring down at a puddle, I saw my reflection. Natural ginger hair, with cold, glowing blue eyes, sharp fangs at the corners of my mouth, fixed over my bottom lip, even a closed mouth, What am I? Hearing descending footsteps, I dragged him to the edge, "Don't shoot! Please... Don't shoot," Deputy Clarke, begged as I hid my body behind his, but these weren't his guys, and he knows they don't value his life. It was W.I.K.D, an organization I barely know anything about, but I know they are the enemy.

With a roar like thunder, riders burst out of the gates to the left of Jayems’ pavilion, charging straight toward the black blocks of cadets. Jasmine barely had time to note Keilor and the commanders move to the far side of the field, leaving the sub-commanders to handle their units. A single shouted command from five different throats caused the ranks to whip out their knives and turn en masse to present a solid wall of resistance to the oncoming hoard. Jasmine barely had time to wonder at the folly of facing horsemen (or stagmen) with nothing but knives when with a zap!, a hundred blades suddenly elongated into three foot lengths of blue light.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

he finished, crossing his arms. Pet masters weren't allowed to drink from what they had in the shop. It was considered unfair to the rest of their species. That was pretty much the only vampiric law that I agreed with. The man's eyes widened slightly. He bent back down, his gaze meeting mine. It was like those eyes were boring right through my soul, tearing out a vulnerability I didn't realize I had. Still, there was one more crucial ‘issue’ I had that should deter him from wanting me.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**