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Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

____________________ Dorian’s POV My leather hiking boots perch on my table as I feel the need to stretch my legs. I sink my back into my leather chair, lounging within the comforts of my office as I fiddle with my badge. I focus on the dainty thing as I twiddle it in between my fingers, before repeatedly tossing it up into the air, and letting it fall back into the palm of my hand. The badge resembles a coat of arms design, shaped like a medieval shield with two rearing Lycan wolves attached on either side. The badge is of a dark purple with the wolves painted black. On the shield itself are gold symbols.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

…heart… bleeding… ○|￣|_ Young master... Can I... get a hug too? 〒▽〒

"I'm not here to listen to your blatant arrogance and juvenile posturing. Give me your hand. Now." Deimon extended his hand with theatrical slowness, still wearing that insufferable smile. Selene unwrapped a ceremonial dagger from its red silk covering, the blade gleaming with runes that predated written language. Without hesitation, she drew the edge across his palm, opening the flesh in one clean stroke.

At a small mark. A brand. Old. Faded. But visible. A wolf's head. In profile. Stylized. With one distinctive feature— The eye of the wolf was a crescent moon. But inverted. Pointing down. *That* was what the demon blood recognized. Not just the seal. That brand. Luna released the assassin and stepped back. The assassin cleared the distance between them in a single bound and Luna let them. Let them re-establish space. Both of them breathing.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

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.

Slowly walking over to the front of the stalker watched as the two rivals circle each other staring into the souls. The hero from the heavens look familiar his dark curls fell over his head, a beard of a clean dress cut, acute. But pleasant metal eyes, wearing an gold and Red Army suit, he had a dagger in his hand and a shield in the other with the Utopias symbol of Unity on it. The real symbol is an all gold, base of a circle and three petals that are in the position of a triangle overlapping each other. He stood tall and mighty compared to Zaro who was pale, hunched back and no light in his soul.