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“Are you sure they’d still care?” Spider asked softly. “I mean, yeah. Four years ago, they were still pissed about you walking away from them, but so much time has passed since then. Don’t you think that maybe they’ve just forgotten about you? About both of you?” Mirrie stared at him, totally incredulous. “Do you know anything about MC members?” Spider shrugged and lowered his eyes. “Yeah. A bit.” “Well, one thing you clearly don’t know is that MC’s never ever forget a slight or let go of a grudge. There’s no such thing as a statute of limitations with these kinds of guys, OK? Four years is like four minutes to them, trust me.”

Sachem Nadura said and gazed at the cloud of strength that was clearly visible to all directions of these Eternal Prisons. His eyes concentrated and punctured through the camouflage of power upon the vortex of its origins. At the center was a boy. A marred being coupled with his list of sickness. His broken body may have been spectacularly pitiful but what called Sachem Nadura’s attention most was the tattooed symbols on the forehead of the boy. It was the mark of the Cursed. Someone who has done an unforgivable sin in his past life. And not just one but a whole lifetime of evil and immorality.

he added. My heart picked up pace instantly. Ivan and I exchanged a look—quick, uncertain, searching. Because that wasn’t just a statement. That was history. “That’s not just about tradition or preference or politics or pack pride,” Marcus continued, his chest rising and falling more noticeably now, like even saying this out loud cost him something. “It’s because of a curse.” The word landed heavy. Too heavy. “A what?” The word slipped out of me before I could stop it, my voice thin, almost unreal.

Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.” Quartney laughed wildly and said, “It’ll be easy for you to kill me, but I’ll bring down everyone above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank with me. That includes the Heavenly Warriors, eighty-four powerhouses at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, three hundred or so at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation’s upper grade, and middle grade. You’ll b

"We will stand united against your tyranny and find a way to free you from the curse that holds you captive." Swiftclaw's grin widened, revealing a row of sharp, menacing fangs. His voice dripped with cruel amusement as he spoke, each word a twisted melody in the air. "Free me? Oh, Marco, you underestimate the depth of my power. I am not bound by any curse. In fact, I revel in the darkness that courses through my veins."

The MC was always looking for new businesses to invest in. Caiden had a meeting scheduled with one of the other owners and hoped to buy him out. Macie was not happy about that, but after a long night of hot sex, she gave in. They welcomed their son Caiden James into the club a few months later. He was a healthy 8lb and 7oz baby boy, and the whole MC showed up to see the 4th generation of the Hell’s Warriors. As James had feared, Scar and Kenzie were a force to be reckoned with in the clubhouse. It was a true tag team effort. However, the one good thing that came out of it was none of the bunnies seemed to hang around long.

turning off. Author: No...you... . . . . . . Lucifer: Come on dude, it's been like hours and not to mention about the occult, we didn't even get a clue about their existence or any incidents related them. I have even learnt about the nearby kingdoms and their geographical features and Isn't it too hard for a C-ranked mission, that too in an action-adventure game? Max: Just have patience dude. Till then just read, read and read. Breaks at regular intervals.

"What are you doing? Get out of here!" I grabbed my best friend's hand and turned to run, but the one behind us blazed his white teeth and flashed forward. I quickly turned around and kicked him in the stomach, but at the same time, another guy came at Cammie. For that split second, my heart stuck in my throat. To my surprise, Cammie held off his oversize bite with a blow, making the undead stumbled backward. "Ow!" Cammie cried and shook her hand in pain. "Is his face made of stone or something?"

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

Jaguar. The desert wind swept through the valley as the Sandcastles MC climbed onto our bikes. There was a roar from the devil himself as we kicked our bikes alive. We rode out in formation. We were the Sandcastles MC. Nobody fucked with us, because we were the biggest and baddest fuckers alive. We took what we wanted. But we also weren’t fucking stupid. We made deals when deals made sense. And right now, everyone knew a deal with the Snakes made sense before we ended up killing each other completely.