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​But right in the middle of the blinding pain, I felt an anomaly. ​The claim mark Lysander had left on my neck suddenly began to pulse with a violent, throbbing heat. A wave of raw power radiated from the bite, flooding my system with the residual remnants of his Alpha energy, forcefully propping up my draining strength. His dark, overbearing presence felt so tangible in that moment, it was as if he were standing right beside me, whispering fiercely into my mind, forbidding me from giving up.

I used my obsidian arm—the dead, stone-cold monument—and slammed it into the Tutor’s ribcage. CRACK. I felt no pain. I felt only the structural failure of his brittle bones beneath my quartz fist. The Tutor was thrown back, his translucent chest imploding as the gold static from my arm seared through his indigo-coolant tubes. He didn't bleed red; he bled silver mercury that hissed against the floor. “Ryan! The override!” I roared, the stone in my jaw making the words a bloody excavation. Ryan Carter stood five meters away. The blackout had shredded his bio-synthetic skin. One side of his face was still the handsome, rational man I had loved in New York; the other was a landscape of exposed c

Orion’s muscles clenched underneath his shirt. He arched both his brows, silently asking me to keep talking. “I am not Raya. My name is Sameen, and I was killed by a child and a jealous beta,” I revealed. “And I somehow miraculously woke up in this body. I’m glad to be away from them, but one thing still lingers in my heart, wanting me to return to their pack.” His brows knitted into a deep frown of confusion as he eyed me from over his thick and long lashes.

We looked alike, from her blue eyes to her gold hair, but hers was much rough and longer, she looked pale but her beauty was unspeakable, her aura unmatchable, she knew what she was doing, as she moved towards the stand that held the spell book, raising her hood from her legs to bring a wrapped tiny bag, there I saw the same moon tattoo I have on my ankle, it was exact with what I have “How did you get that mark on your ankle” I inquired, walking towards her “And how come we look so alike” She was quiet, still examining the stand “Please you have to answer me, I beg of you, I am so tired of being in the dark, I do not even know my own name” “Soon, you will know everything, even more than wha

[Obsidian Veins] The smell of scorched flesh and ozone was so thick I could taste it on the back of my tongue. I looked down at the surgical tray, where a jagged, bloody mess of bone and muscle had been replaced by a gleaming, predatory limb of dark obsidian and silver-tech. Dante hadn't just survived the surgery; he had sacrificed the last of his human warmth to become something I could no longer recognize.

The moment she entered her laboratory, she was no longer a cowering, unshifted Omega; she was a scientist in her element. ‎She popped the cork off the vial. Inside was a highly concentrated, dark purple serum,an extraction she had spent months stabilizing from wild forest aconite and antioxidant-rich night-blooming flora. In standard biology, mixing nightshade with aconite was a lethal gamble. But Elena’s research into werewolf cellular metabolic pathways had proven that under the extreme stress of a synthetic toxin, a controlled dose of a counter-toxin could shock the Lycan’s dormant regenerative system back to life.

The scent of him was everywhere — on my skin, inside me, marking me as his. The entity laughed with my voice. He bred you so thoroughly. How poetic. I will use this body he filled to tear his pack apart. Black energy exploded from my hands. The first trees at the edge of the compound caught fire with unnatural black flames. Screams rose from the pack below. Wolves howled in panic. The shadows in the forest twisted and moved like living things, crawling toward the walls. I felt myself smile — a cold, sharp smile that didn’t belong to me.

“Oh. My. God. All four of them?” I exhaled slowly. “Yes.” Simone gasped dramatically. “You’re fully bonded. Lia, that’s—holy shit. I can’t believe this. How was it? Wait, first—how are you? Can you even walk?” I groaned, flopping onto my bed. “Simone.” “What? It’s a valid question! Four alphas at once? I feel like I need to start you on a protein shake regimen immediately.” I laughed despite myself, covering my burning face with a pillow. “I’m fine. A little sore. But… fine.”

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

Not only was Souichiro a powerful martial artist, but he also came equipped with the Demonbane and the exoskeletal suit created using Country A's genetic technology. It was impossible for Souichiro not to be invincible!