Novel & Cerita Dark Ro

A few minutes later, ivory frowned; she saw a red dot fast approaching in front of the blue dot. ‘Uhm Anita what does a red dot mean’ ivory asked anxiously. ‘A red dot, it means a creature is fast approaching, you guys better hide’ Anita replied. Natasha noticing ivory’s frown asked. ‘Ivory what’s the matter’? ‘A creature’s fast approaching, we better hide’ ivory says out loud. ‘A creature, how do you know that’ Chevy asked with a frown ‘and even if a creature is fast approaching we can kill it’.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I roared, shunning my Gamma. He went shut, lowering his head at my authority. But at that same moment… “Dark.” We heard Dean force out from his mouth. “What?” I turned to face my Beta, who again repeated with stress, “Dark… Darkness! He… He was… dark!!” “Darkness?” I lifted my brow in confusion, until it hit me. “Shit, he said he was dark! Alpha, it’s the same Rascal we’re after. The Rogue!” Dave alerted, reminding me of the enemy we’ve been searching for all these while.

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

I know she is worried, so I squeezed her hand to reassure her it would be alright before walking over to him and following the group of rogues from the cavern. We didn’t walk as far as we did when we first entered the mountain earlier in the day before we came to a new door. Rocco puts in a code on a keypad before pulling the door open. 689104 – is the code and I make sure I burn it into my memory. I followed Rocco inside and instantly brought back to my past. It was a lab. Dark Alpha Vlad standing in the middle of all the medical and laboratory equipment. When he sees me, he smiles warmly, “What do you think?” He is no longer shirtless but dressed in a dark full suit and tie. His short hai

I commanded and hung up. I hated Rogues, we had a bad history with them and all I've ever known is they're trouble. We never welcomed them and always drove them away even if they were just by the borderline. I parked my car and transformed into my wolf form. My wolf Drogo, is a Red wolf and red wolves are rare species of wolves, we were known to have more unique traits, for being mostly vicious and tough, our senses were more heightened and our characteristics are supreme to other wolves. Red wolves are rare but it was oddly a common trait in the nightfall pack.

There was a body in the snow. A man. Or what had once been one. The snow around him was stained a deep, glistening red, his chest torn open by claws that had not been gentle. His scent was wrong—foreign, sour with fear and old rage. Rogue. “Don’t come closer,” Draven’s voice growled through the air, rough from his wolf’s throat but still achingly familiar. She stopped, though not because she was afraid of him. She was afraid of what the look in his eyes meant.

"Get the road crew. Whatever is left of the nomads. Tell them it’s open season. No tags. No colors. We go in black." "We burning them out?" Markos asks. "We are liquidating the assets," Drakon says. "If it has a Reaper skull on the door, it burns. If a man walks out of it, he drops." I sit up in the bed. My head spins, but the fog of the drugs is lifting. The smell of copper—blood from the IV, blood from the fight—mixes with the stale smoke clinging to Drakon’s leather. "You're leaving," I say.

"Yes, we'll tell you everything we know. Just spare us, please!!!" Ezekiel smirked coldly at the pair of cowards, " And all it took was just a bit of brutal force. Speak!!" " It's a deadly aphrodisiac, codenamed 'Tears of eros'. It's found on the dark web........and currently......it doesn't have an antidote.", the other thug stuttered. Zeke gave a wry chuckle, "Well....well, such a pleasant surprise -", that the same drug he'd been searching for would be circulating in his domain, without his notice.

The knock is sharp, firm and less than a moment later, the door creaks open. A woman stands there, her eyes sharp, knowing. Not surprised. Like she was already expecting me. I meet her gaze, steady. “Hello, Arachne. I’m Alpha Eli Blackwood. I think you know of me. You knew my father.” “Yes… I've been expecting you, Eli. Come in.”