Deku Rages นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The slick marbled floor sparkling neat in its thickness. Declan's unwavering and unsmiling face quitened the hall and they all prostrated. "ALPHA" As the greeting. Declan took a deep breath and raised his head up. " You may state your complains now" Declan said and a woman walked forward. "The signs of Nekroth, the signs are playing Alpha.. Alpha rogues attacked my children and tore away their flesh... Alpha the valuables were no longer there... My goods were taken... Alpha pls do something" The woman pleaded in tears.

They knew the stakes were high, and the outcome of this duel would determine the fate of their realm. With a thunderous roar, Deucalion lunged at Lucius, his claws slashing through the air. Lucius dodged the attack with agility, countering with a swift swipe of his own. The clash of fangs and claws reverberated through the air as the two powerful leaders engaged in a fierce battle. Their movements were a dance of strength and strategy, each trying to gain the upper hand. Lucius relied on his connection to nature's energy, channeling it into his attacks, while Deucalion tapped into dark magic, augmenting his strength with malevolent power.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

“The only way to block him is to make sure the 9 wolves don't surrender to him. We can also convince the other man to give us an army so that we can destruct the peace that is in the Southern lands that are subjugated. If there is war and unrest in his colonies, he will become disoriented and then we can strike him" I paused to analyze what Griselda had sense, but the discerning part of my mind failed to see sense in her words. Djurek was the wealthiest Alpha in the Werewolf land. He is respected and reverred. Some clansa in his commuity have begun to address him as King. I growled angrily, heating coursing through my brain, as I stormed towards a statue and kicked it down. “You need to take

GHOST I couldn’t really hear what Karma and Duchess were talking about, but she sounded vulnerable, and I hated that. The room went quiet, and Karma’s head poked out around the door. “Ragnarök!” she shouted, before turning to face me with a smirk on her face. “Hey Ghost, what size is your leather jacket?” “KARMA!” the Duchess hissed. “XL,” I replied, one eyebrow raised. “Thanks, D!” Karma replied, smirking as she disappeared back into Ragnarök. I shook my head as I turned to face Rogue, meeting the smirk he also had on his face.

It's Kale. "Don't ever let heavy people lift by ger, you'll really get hit by us. Oh, even a plate, don't let her carry it." Dewey said there was a threat. The women just looked at them in silence, dumbfounded. She couldn't help but smile. They agreed that she will go with Mechael but they have many conditions. “Cook her a salad with spaghetti on top every morning. Add more sauce to the spaghetti because that's what she likes." Now it's North.

From beyond the veil, a shadowy figure emerged, and with it came a low, guttural growl that echoed through the air. It was a wolf that appeared—large, terrifying, its eyes burning with a bloodthirsty hunger. “This is Deuce, my loyal servant. She despises anyone who dares to threaten me,” he said, his voice dripping with twisted pride. “But don’t worry—she won’t lay a claw on you. She knows I hold you dear.” He turned away from me, his back stiff with pride, only to spin back around with a dramatic flourish. “But your friends, on the other hand…” His voice trailed off into a cruel chuckle, his words more like a death sentence.

Chapter 190 ** Axel’s POV ** The fact our daughter is in danger and I have no visible target to fight is driving me insane. My beast itches under my skin, desperate to do something, he needs to take out the threat. I just have to find it for him first. “Sage, thank you for coming, we really appreciate it,” Deacon greets as we enter the cinema room, which has become a makeshift command centre.

Osiris The SUV moves through the dense forest, and I grip the steering wheel harder than I should, my knuckles turning white. Eva’s in the back, her eyes darting between me and Nero, her body tense like she’s bracing for a storm. I can feel it, too. The rage boiling beneath my skin, simmering, waiting for the right moment to explode. The motherfucker took her daughter. He crossed a line, and once we set foot on his land, all bets are off.

Hours later as Kel loaded boxes of liquor onto the freight elevator, he couldn't stop thinking about Maggie. Not just her, but what they'd seen last night and that she'd smelled like goblin after her meeting with her boss. This was worse than he expected. "You are a million miles away," Deke said, riding up to the roof with him. Deke, Kel and several others owned a popup nightclub called Grotesque. They were all former military and all gargoyles so of course they would set up on roofs. To them that was the safest place, since their ancestors lived on the tops of buildings.