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"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

Alpha Ric went in, followed by his men. Alpha Jones, David, Sophie and Carter also climbed down into the bunker. "This is a dungeon" David stared around in the darkness. "How are we to see anything here?" he wondered. "You don't have to worry about that, boy" a strange voice replied him. Just then, torches started lighting up the place. Alpha Nolan was standing before the demons of Kitana with the stone of Kitana in his hand. There was a heap of dead bodies beside them. "You have killed them all?" Carter was very sad.

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

He was right in front of her, dropping down for another pass. “Stay behind him!” Nya shouted to Ruby, who couldn’t answer her in her current form. She had no arrows, but she had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Just as Gavin turned to fire at a large Beelzanborg soldier on his left, an arrow came from the other direction. Nya sensed it with her sixth sense, and as it sailed at him, she shouted, “Gavin, duck!”

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

“It’s tied to necromancy.” Alaric stiffened. His boots echoed softly as he crossed the room and stood by my desk, glancing down at the open pages. His voice dropped to a near-growl. “Is that…” “Maximus the Fallen,” I finished for him, eyes flicking up at his face. “But that wasn’t his real name.” Alaric’s brows pulled tight. “Explain.” I tapped the page lightly, not bothering to hide my knowledge this time. “He was a man. A necromancer. Summoned to protect the realm. He tried to close the Rifts using death magic instead of destruction. It backfired. Horribly.”

Still, its owner put up one final struggle to hold on to the dream - his pair of juicy pink lips quivered, releasing a whimpering, pleading meowl, as if he were a pitiful little kitten bullied by his owner until it had no choice but to beg for mercy. Yet, ironically, it was exactly this one soft sound that made everything come crashing down, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake. 💠 Author Note 💠 As this arc is nearing its end, I’ve started to brainstorm the next arc. As for what arc the next arc will be… dun, dun, dun! You guys have chosen the anima arc: Noah arrives into a magical world of animal lovers, where every person is accompanied by the manifestation of their soul – an anima

"I love you, mademoiselle. I will do everything to protect you, even if it causes me to be stuck in my grave." I felt so dazed yet I eventually screamed when an arrow pierced through his arm, I step back and my eyes hasten to seek the one who did it. There, I saw the Ambers. Gohan and Timothy—on his grip is his bow and the two of them are riding their horses. "Run, Terra!" Ezekiel exclaimed and pushed me. Yet I could not move my feet as if they were stuck on the footing. "Is that why you began to renounce my presence, milady?" I heard Prince Gohan retort and they headed their way towards our direction.