Empress Mileena Mk1 소설 & 이야기

"What is she doing now?" Reyan pestered the scientist. Renat was holding the spyglass up and peering through it across the Beachy Plains. The two were joined by Zan on the high mound of the Imperial Army along with Okan, another half-dozen archers and Renat's ballista. The scientist had aimed his weapon very carefully before the Empress began her trek across the neutral ground. It was shielded by a cloth so it resembled a headquarters tent, but one pull of the lever would both release the canvas and the deadly bolt.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Rather than point that out, I kept quiet. Milenna stood there watching me with an intense glare. She gave me a look over but her expression was blank. Her electric blue eyes held so many secrets they were literally the windows to ice fortresses She tilted her head as her gaze rose and settled on my breasts. A smirk touched her lips. "It's a shame watching this hot body go to waste." She said giving me another look over.

Elena. She wore a simple dark cloak embroidered with the silver crest of Mooncrest—a crescent moon cradled between two wolves' heads. The garment was functional, designed for travel rather than display, and beneath it she wore riding boots and trousers rather than the gown she had been in at the Council. There were no jewels. No display of status. No crown or scepter or any of the trappings that Marcus had always associated with power. Yet she commanded more respect than anyone around her, more than any Alpha Marcus had ever encountered, including himself. Marcus turned.

Mila didn't waste a second after leaving the Moon Crest Pack mansion. Her heart raced as she climbed onto her motorcycle, kicking the engine to life and tearing down the winding roads toward Emily's home. The urgency pulsed through her with each turn, her mind replaying everything she had overheard inside Alpha Jason's office. She knew this was serious, and Emily needed to know right away.

"Ancient history. Let's just exchange insurance information and be done with this." Melissa stepped forward, one hand on her slightly rounded belly. "Actually, Amber, could we maybe—" Before she could finish, I pulled out my phone. "I'm calling Mason. He can handle this properly." (Melissa's POV) I couldn't take my eyes off Amber's car. The limited edition Midnight Racer with its custom detailing and midnight blue finish—I'd seen the catalog in Ethan's office. Only twenty had been made worldwide, and Dominic Blackwood had purchased one for his Luna.

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

Her eyes held anxiousness, worries, fear, and her expressions let me conclude that she had never something like Miracle. The lady must have been a werewolf or something supernatural for she disappeared in an instant after that unwanted encounter. Unlike Emma's wolf Emmy, Miracle is a brown wolf with a brown, thick, bushy tail, and long ears with light chocolate inner skin. Miracle is a huge wolf. Emma didn’t believe it after she saw Miracle for the first time.

MILA Without thinking, I bolted after her, ignoring the shouting behind me. I pushed through the entryway and raced down the hall, tracking her scent and the click of her heels. She was fast, but I was faster. I turned the corner and skidded to a halt just as she reached Emily’s office door. Her hand was already pulling something from the bookshelf. A sleek, black remote with a glowing red button. My heart slammed against my ribs. “What the hell is that?!” I growled, charging her.

Although the weather was quite cold, Emma's body temperature was burning hot. Philip adjusted the moto, then proudly said: "Are you ok? I just bought this buffalo!" Emma ran her hand over the delicate parts of the car, nodding with amusement. "NCR Leggera 1200 Titanium Special!” This perfect car is very suitable for tough races, suitable for owners who have a passion for extreme thrills. Emma was full of praise, then put on her helmet and jumped into the car. Philip did not travel by motorbike with his lover, but chose for himself a familiar Maybach, then snapped his fingers and signaled: