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"Rise up boy and show me your face." Upon hearing this, the young lad jerked his head up, showing his deep emerald, almond-shaped eyes and tanned skin. His squared jaw showed some bruises that link up to his upper lip. The leather garments he was wearing were full of dirt and sweat, showing some stains of blood that might have been from a wild animal he perhaps killed a few weeks ago. Some strands of his copper hair covered his forehead as he looked up. He was visibly trembling but still managed to speak. "Y-yes s-sire?"

Dalia Grey Vision Nordic lands 650 B.C Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

He said as Emma got down covering the back of her head. Just when Hunter was about to speed down the car. He noticed one of the guys throwing spike strips on the road making Hunter growl. Before any of those guys could reach the car Hunter stepped out. "Don't come out, Mom, and call Draken," Hunter rumbled as he slammed the door shut locking the car. He got on the car's roof in two long strides and aimed his gun at the f*ckers coming his way. Hunter was able to kill a few of them but they were too many.

He proceed to tell Jared. "You have to desert from her, if you still want to regain your alpha" He adviced Derrick. "I don't want to desert her, she is my mate, if i do? I don't know when i will meet another mate, i may not" Derrick lashes back at Jared. "Come here, you had to, i was the one who killed Lucy my former love, so as to just regain my name as an alpha" Jared spring out his long hidden secret just to convince Derrick to desert Jasmine.

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

She shrugged it off, she would ask later, if the moment was right. “By the way, my oldest son, Drago will be starting as one of the new intensivists tomorrow,” Grigori went on, “He has just returned from a tour of duty in Iraq, to start his job here. Just a little warning, he can be stern and abrasive, from his years out in the field, unlike us. Just do your best, and don’t expect any pats on the back, and you will be fine. “Yes sirs,” Madchen finally spoke up. The two pulmonary doctors went on their merry way, leaving them to start their work.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

I’m so focused on the task, I don’t hear the sound of heavy boots approaching. “Well, well, if it isn’t the esteemed Permiton, once again blending in where he doesn’t belong.” I turn, the blood draining from my face as I recognize the voice. Direken strides into the tent, his expression a mix of amusement and malice. His gaze lingers on me, and I know in that instant that my cover is blown. The commander’s head snaps up, his eyes narrowing. “Direken, my friend,” he greets him, standing up and shaking the filthy prince’s hand. “You know my new weapon?”

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.