Novel & Cerita Dark Deception Gold Watchers

My wolf bristles, ready to fight, but I know I can’t take all three. One step closer, smirking. “End of the line, sweetheart.” And then—everything goes silent. The wind dies. The forest holds its breath. Even the guards hesitate. A shadow moves at the edge of the fog. Slow. Deliberate. “What the hell is that?” one whispers. Two glowing eyes appear in the darkness—luminous gold, too bright, too alive. A hulking form follows, stepping into the faint light. Massive shoulders, dark fur matted with scars, fangs catching the moonlight. The rogue’s presence is suffocating, primal.

"You were competing against me for a watch during the auction that day, Ms. Seinfeld. I remember that. I would never have been able to win against someone of your resources, but you gave up when the price reached two million. Did you prefer the cheaper one?" I was shocked by what Shannon had said. Had the watch cost two million? I wanted to take the watch off immediately. "How could you be such a fool? Why did you buy me something so expensive?" Shannon patted my hand comfortingly. "Because you're worth it." Tessa had also seen the watch on my wrist. She had been planning to bid for it and give it to me as a gift. It wasn't that she did not have two million. She had just subconsciously felt

“Before witches, before men, we made the first blood, your Father found scraps, played god, now you play King.” Love hides behind Mercy. “Bad, feeling, like, Father, but, bigger.” The iris widens. Seven figures step out. Not human. Not wolf. Not Thorn. Tall, skin like clay, eyes like molten gold, no mouths, no noses. They speak through the air. “We are the First,” the center one says. “You call us Watchers, we watched Gerald Holloway steal from our graves, we watched you kill him, we watched the King crown himself.”

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I lied for my good, even though I was well aware of the story behind the scene but I kept it low, I had to be sure first than to accuse my lucky charm for nothing good, “You have hell of things hidden here,” I said, looking around to check out the whole studio, it had a touch of antique aesthetics; can say the perfect combination of woods and scent of paper was boosting it immensely while the warmth complimented the whole room. “Yes, It’s true. I have many jewels buried in here, that is why no one is permissible to cross the door, I should tell you’re the first one.” My eyes again caught his face, he there passed a wink.

"Son, listen to what Aurora has to say and believe that she had no other choice, just listen and you will know who wants to end you, besides being a Salvatore, he is also a caolin. Delmom, crying without understanding anything, was about to lose his father and when he saw him leave, he felt for the first time the fury of an evil werewolf and promised his father that he would kill the one responsible for the misfortune in his life. Solomon was glorifying in Felix's death and celebrating his reign, especially because he would be the owner of everything, including Aurora, as soon as he removed his son Delmom from the scene and everyone would surrender at his feet. "I need to get out of here and

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

All light came from within the mist that hovered everywhere, glowing faintly silver, casting long shadows with no source. She didn’t speak. She knew better. The Watchers were listening. From the haze emerged seven figures tall, robed in starlight, faces obscured beneath ever-shifting masks. One wore a mirrored surface. Another, a smooth stone etched with runes. One bore no face at all. They didn’t walk. They arrived, suddenly, as though they had always been there, simply waiting for her to notice. The one with the mirror mask stepped forward. “You carry the mark of the unloved moon.”