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Ean's face contorted in disbelief and rage. "Nonsense! How could she be dead?" He stormed in, eyes wild with panic. Behind a few rows of shelves, a faint figure was curled up on the floor. Ean started shaking uncontrollably. I followed close behind him, my stomach turning at the sight of my own dead body. My eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, directly at him. My face was icy, and all ten fingers were smeared with dried blood. The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle.

Sera’s POV “Make the necessary arrangements for his last ceremony.” The command is cold, unwavering. Zander strides toward me, each step precise, confident. The muddied combat boots halt inches from where I kneel, rain mixing with blood and dirt on my skin. Before I can react, strong arms lift me effortlessly, pressing me against the firm warmth of his chest. His t-shirt, damp and worn, obscures my face, shielding my identity from prying eyes.

I manage to reach beside me and grab my pistol, still keeping a firm grip on Trig with one hand. "Brix, no…" I cock it, listening to the sound of the hammer banging back, and I grin as I put the muzzle between his bloody lips and pull the trigger. Forgive me, Father, for I have fucking sinned... Blood, bone fragments, and teeth go splattering everywhere, and all goes silent and still in seconds. The fighting stops, recoil reverberates in my ears, and the nightmare finally ends. Trigger lies dead underneath me. He's dead...

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

Dimitri didn’t give him an inch with the swords; if he had, maybe the arrow would have caught him in the shoulder. “She must die!” he heard the gnarled voice behind him. Rick took an arrow in the stomach but seemed to be playing dead. The night seemed to be taking on a horror film ending for Dimitri. Darkness enclosed him, but Dimitri knew he hadn’t passed out; the feel of a fabric around his head told him he had a bag on his head. He could do nothing about the arrow. Blood loss from the stake had weakened him enough for the man to get the upper hand. The ground came up fast when Dimitri smacked into…wait, that wasn’t the ground, it was a car trunk. The scent of oil and gas mixed in the dark

You're a friend of mine, I'm called Streak," he said cheerfully. I waved at the monitor and told him my name Zax and introduced Jordein. "Your Zax Derix, the Demirkan king, of course, your name is traveling through the galaxies. Not many kings become slaves of the reptilians," he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. "May a couple of my crew and myself board and partake in some of your bootlegged Sirius wine?" I glanced over at Jordein to gauge what he thought. He shrugged casually and I looked Streak in his red yellow eyes and said,"I will gladly share on the condition that you not take anything on this ship... or you will be destroyed," I said firmly and Jordein added the last bit with a threaten

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

It does not allow anyone to infringe on the authority and to fight power of the voice master. "No, sir" The wolf with red fur shivered; the beautiful fur on her body also lost some of its charms. “You know what you have to do, right?” "I know, sir." The leader of the assassin group acting on his own is very rare. If it weren't for the large-scale battle, he wouldn't have shown up. Thus, it can be seen that Ezra's strength is very strong to make the leader of the assassin group have to take action on his own.

Priest Stryker Owens is one of the toughest men I’ve ever met. He and I have known each other for years. As a matter of fact, he became my mentor when I joined the Confradia and was my former CO when I was in the Seals. The bastard is as tough as nails. His real name is Decker Owens. We call him Stryker because he’s a genius strategist. He would strike at our enemies with singularly, deadly intent. The man is bigger than life, and I owe him a great deal, including my eyesight. He was the one that recommended me for the experimental eye surgery. Stryker is taller than I am, measuring six feet six inches and heavily muscled. He’s in his early forties with a short haircut and a five o’clock sha

Chapter 2 It was already eight in the evening, Vonn Richard-the only son of Don Alfred Richard who owned the biggest Mall in the world came home from London. When he arrived from the Airport, Mico the driver, was waiting in the entrance of the airport. When Vonn was near the car, he held open the door of the black Rolls Royce, and Vonn sank gracefully into the luxurious leather seat and adjusted the air-conditioning to its highest point. “Welcome home sir!” Mico greeted him.