My Adopted Sister is My Mate
I scream, but no sound comes out.
Suddenly, the wraiths descend upon me, their hooked talons digging into my shoulders, pinning me down. One, their leader, looms over me, its jaw unhinging to reveal rows of needle-sharp teeth. I make another desperate, stupid attempt to scream.
Suddenly, bright golden light engulfs me. A silhouette leaps from the void, wielding a sword, and goes after the demons. He moves with a lethal, fluid grace I’ve never seen. With a single, sweeping motion of his hand, a wave of light blasts the wraiths backward, turning them into ash.
Bab Populer