Drybones Comic Novels & Stories

She went to some support departments of the black market and asked, but she was unable to get an answer. Madison instantly felt discouraged. “Ms. Carlyle, I can’t believe that I’ve run into you here. What a surprise…” someone said from behind. Madison turned around and saw a few unfamiliar young men. “You are…” She looked at the person who had spoken. “I’m Timothy Bones from the Bones family.” Timothy smiled and nodded. At this time, he acted like a polite gentleman. He wanted to show his extraordinary temperament and status in front of a beautiful lady. “The Bones family…” Madison naturally knew about the famous Seven Clans of Central Harbor. “You’re a student of the director of the Martial

Cyrus leaned down, his cold breath brushing my ear as he threatened, "You refuse to apologize, huh? Then you'll go hungry and thirsty until you admit your fault." Beside him, Sophia clapped her hands and laughed. "Alpha Cyrus, don't waste your breath. If she's not dying, she can endure it." With that, they turned and left. The cabin door slammed shut behind them, and they locked me in. Wolfsbane spread through my veins, turning my skin a faint purple. As my consciousness blurred, only one thought remained—I'd make Cyrus and Sophia bleed for this.