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She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

The shadow warriors went into battle with the lycanthropes, fighting hard to stop the beasts from killing the dark angels and wiping out their kind. With a shout of fury, with rage boiling through his bloodstream, Xavier whipped out his shadow weapons and lunged, bringing it down on the lycan that killed Bazaar some minutes ago. The lycan roared and raised his claws to strike the approaching shadow warrior but he wasn't quick enough. The shadow weapon plunged into his head and broke out through his back. The beast fell down dead, blood gushing out from where the shadow weapon had been. Not sparing a glance at the dead lycan, Xavier crawled up to Layla and pulled her lifeless body into his ar

, she ruffled Dalcon's hair. "Me too, you can come visit right?", Dalcon asked. Laureffaine turned to look at Lupus and Xavier. "You know the rules Dalcon, Dead Groove has no friends", Lupus said in a grim voice. "We only helped you and now you don't need us anymore, you have your Pack", he added and excused himself. Laureffaine watched him till he totally disappeared from the room. "Bye Laureffaine", Dalcon and Xenus waved at her as they also exited the living room, leaving her with Xavier.

My entire body tensed when I saw her stripping off his clothes and then riding his cock like a jockey. It took every ounce of my power not to ram into the side of the vehicle and send it crashing down the slope. But now I had one more fucker to add to my murder list. I promised to deal with him later. First, I had to kill the wolf that got away and from what I've learnt, he was the son of Alpha Felix, which made the game a lot more intriguing.

, Xander and Xavier kissed their mates before shifting into their magnificent lycan's and took off to the fight. “We will celebrate our pups once we kill some rogues”, Xander mind linked his brother, knowing his brother was pissed about being interrupted. “Yes will will”, Xavier replied, showing his brother mental images of bending his mates over their bed. “Xavier focus”, Xander said as they reached the fight where his pack was fighting about fifty rogue merfolk. They took down all the rogues in about five minutes. “Brother, something isn’t right, this was too easy”, Xavier mind linked Xander.

Accompanied by his Beta and warriors, Xavier forged ahead in their wolf forms. After what felt like an eternity, the woods gave way to a clearing. In the heart of it stood the coven. Xavier's eyes narrowed, a feral determination etched on his face. Without a word, he signaled his warriors, and they moved as one, a force of nature descending upon the coven.

With a grunt, he looked up at the black wolf who was about to finish him off, but it's movements froze when a howl more powerful than the boisterous winds of a storm shook the whole forest. The sounds of fighting stopped and it seems nobody could move, not even Zillon... After the howl, silence descended throughout the land, only being tainted by the rushed steps of what seemed to be a wolf, it growled and immediately after the black wolf that had threatened Zillon's life was taken down by another black wolf; and that black wolf —as surprising as it may sound— was Xavier.... A/N// Oh my f*cking god! What does this mean?! Xavier my boii...and Zillon ohh god no, what's going to happen to him?

The two Alpha males grappled with each other, their claws tearing through fur and flesh, blood staining the ground beneath them. In the distance, the battle raged on between Andrew's Lycan army and the combined forces of the Crystal Snow and Winter Moon packs. The sound of wolves snapping their jaws and Lycans roaring echoed through the night. The ground was littered with fallen warriors, the snow beneath them stained red. Xavier, in the midst of it all, was locked in a brutal fight with Raymond. His wolf, Gray, was relentless, fueled by years of pent-up anger and pain. Xavier’s eyes were wild, his mind focused only on one thing: revenge.

Lucianne whispered angrily but she didn’t have the strength to retract her hand so Xandar held onto it with ease. He smiled sadly but said nothing. Then, he lifted up his own arm, and with his canines, tore his skin there with force. Blood started trickling from his self-inflicted wound. The sight made Lucianne flinch a little. Furrowing his eyebrows in concern, Xandar glanced at Lucianne before he extended one of his claws, and scratched a fine line on her palm. Blood started trickling from that area, and Xandar placed her bleeding palm on his already-healing bleeding arm. Both Lycans and werewolves have quick healing abilities, with Lycans normally healing faster than wolves. In a low but

Rogue 1 gasped, shellshocked as he watched his ally die by this unknown werewolf’s claws. “Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?!” Rogue 2 demanded, shifting into his own wolf form. The large wolf suddenly shifted into human form and grabbed Rogue 2 by the mouth, clamping it shut, before grabbing his neck with his free hand and roughly slammed the rogue into the ground headfirst, killing him off as well.