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A calm voice sounded behind the boy and the boy holding me whipped his head around to the intruder. The demon, Asmodeus or Adrian or whatever his name was stood in the middle of the bathroom. Clothed in a full black suit, his eyes were pitch black and were showing nothing but death. He stared at us and his teeth bared in a dangerous manner. "Who the fuck are you?" The boy said to him. The demon snapped his fingers and the boy in front of me started screaming in a high pitched, painful scream.

Nami said as she already spread out her black wings on her back and Diana fainted, Jonas stumbled back while looking up to Nami in shocked, Jiroo coos and picks up Dalgom who were barking loudly that echoes throughout the entire house, Cubby covered Mina's eyes, Sean dropped his jaw staggered at what he was witnessing now and I slapped my forehead and shook my head. "Y-you're a.." "Demon, yes." Nami said bitterly. "And so did Liam, because his father turns into a demonic one and he turns Liam into one when he lets Liam drink his blood." "I drank what?" "Demian's blood." "Eew that's gross!" Jiroo shrieks and pretends to gag. "What the–." "Oh no no, I mean the blood, not you being a demon, Lia

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

And Cerberus completes looking at Zander in disbelief. . . . " This boy is ...death wolves.....Soul corona."

he panic breaked through the fight. “Don’t stop!” Scott yelled back. “Just—drive steady!” The creature tried to throw itself off the edge and take him with it. “Smiter, you will die now.” Scott let his boots lift, body hanging off the hilt for a heartbeat, using his body weight, he then hauled himself onto its back, slicing around the neck of the scorcher demon, as it ran along on the fibreglass roof and jumped off the moving coach. Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road.

"Wolves of the Blackthorn Valley!" Sharon Bloodclaw stepped out onto the high stone ledge, his massive, scarred frame draped in the heavy fur of a mountain bear. His hair was long, matted with grease and iron dust, his face twisted into an arrogant, triumphant grin as he lifted a massive, two-handed battleaxe over his head.

I murmured, captivated by their skill. One hunter managed to pierce the boar’s tail with her spear. The beast howled, thrashing wildly as its form began to shift. “It’s melting!” I gasped, my stomach churning at the sight. The boar’s body turned into a rippling green liquid, spreading across the ground like a living puddle. “That’s the Duwlamarey,” Gib whispered, his voice thick with fear. The liquid moved with terrifying speed, sending out spear-like tendrils in every direction. The hunters dodged and blocked with incredible precision, their movements like a deadly dance.

The boar missed me. From my cape, I pulled out the Igwir spear. The boar’s eyes widened. With anger erupting for him, the boar rushed forward. I avoided. I slashed. The boar turned. Blood gushed from his thigh. The boar rushed again, but this time with speed. I tried to avoid the charge; I was a few moments late. With his large, sharp tusks the boar ripped through my armor. Blood in streams flows down my legs. The boar charges again. I rolled and lacerated the boar’s back.

The gate opened, and the boar charged. It came fast for something that size, its hooves tearing up the dirt floor of the arena. I circled left, watching its head, waiting for an opening so I could strike. The boar shot its spikes. They shot off its hide like darts, three at once, whistling through the air toward me and Dorian. Dorian moved sideways, quick as his fox form allowed, and the spikes missed him by inches, burying themselves on the floor where he'd been standing.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.