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Then eight. "Stop!" Jetstar commanded. "Fall back! Ranged attacks only!" The warriors retreated, leaving their wounded behind. Arlene stood in the center of the carnage, barely breathing hard. "Is this the best the Strong Black Clan can offer? No wonder my mother thought you were weak." Damoew finally reached his feet. His wolf surged forward, taking over. He shifted mid-run, becoming a massive black wolf. He hit Arlene like a battering ram. They went down together, tumbling across the blood-soaked platform. Damoew's jaws snapped for her throat. Arlene's magic threw him back.

He stood shocked seeing Ariel fall to the ground before dropping the weapon and storming off deep into the woods. Damien ignored Williams the instant he saw him and quickly ran towards Ariel laying and bleeding profusely on the forest ground. When he got to her he saw that she was still alive but she was gasping hard for breath. The Arrow had missed her heart but she still appeared to be dying and so Damien Scanned her body to check if there was any other wound on her but he could not find any. He could not understand why she was fading off; he then held her steadily and applied pressure on the wound in her chest to reduce the bleeding and that was when the smell caught his nose. He immediat

said Black Turtle enthusiastically, awaiting that day. "Just wait..." said the Skull General before disappearing completely. BANGGGG… Suddenly, before the allied forces from the five continents could celebrate their victory, the sound of an object hitting the ground echoed in their ears, startling them. When they looked at where the object had fallen, they saw it was Black Turtle, who had been kicked out of the sky by Phoenix. "What are you doing?" the Black Turtle asked angrily. "You should have stopped that person from escaping. This wasn't our original plan, and how can you be so enthusiastic when your enemy is escaping? Don't you realize that we might have to fight the demon king later?"

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

And he was most definitely not Earnest. He was tall, with a lean, almost predatory grace, dressed in a dark, tailored suit that seemed to absorb the light. His hair was araven black, slicked back from a sharp, angular face. But it was his eyes that held me captive – a piercing, unsettling shade of emerald green, so unlike the warm, sky-blue of Earnest’s. They were cold, calculating, and unnervingly familiar. A shiver, not of cold but of a primal unease, traced its way down my spine.

"Your mouth is right… my wolf does not deserve a single ounce of mercy. This is my exact fate, my terrible luck under the moon." "Master Blackwood, who the hell is Derek Hale?!" Gerard demands through tightly gritted teeth, his fury turning into absolute desperation. "Stop crying on the floor and explain it to my ears! He cannot possibly be that important to the territory!" Herman’s expression grows completely lifeless as a heavy sigh leaves his chest. "Since even Master Hale has acknowledged the ultimate truth, my mouth might as well tell your ignorant soul, you complete fool. His wolf is not just important—even the most powerful Supreme Alphas of the grand councils would drop their knees t

"Soheila, the representative of the Eudoxcus Clan earned 200 points! The Eudoxcus Clan now has 500 points which only indicates that they won! Let's give the Eudoxcus Clan a round of applause. The winners, please kindly come here to the stage we will now give our prizes." Soheila who just went down the stage, walked back again while holding Little Black. Although she looked calm, she was nervous since she saw how the six birds were looking at her. She will now have to explain another thing to them. She kept on surprising them, she admitted it and wanted to apologize for it. Honestly, she didn't know that Little Black can don that, however, it was still unknown to her what kind of spirit beast

“Where’s the black-haired Dark Dread?” “Haven’t seen her.” Acharius said. “This,” Alazareth shook his fistful of hair. “Was standing here, calling to the Cimmerii. She won’t again soon.” He caught her forehead and chin, preparing to snap her neck. But she shrieked and ripped away with stunning strength. White bat like wings jutted from her back. Unfolding to carry her from Alazareth’s grip. He leapt to catch her but grazed only her toes as she flew from his reach.