Female Concrete Anchors Novels & Stories

M: that's because we are Alpha silly girl! K: Midnight what are you talking about. M: Remember the goddess said you are the first Female Alpha. This is why you were so fast and strong even before. Now with me you will be twice and fast and strong. And once we meet mate we will become even stronger. Now let's go run with our family they have questions but I need to run first. I look around and my family have all shifted. I'm larger then each of them I walk over to mom and dad and rub up on each of them. Sarah licks my snout. Then Trent puts his head to mine and we take off running.

The complete figure anchors are rake-shaped with terrifying precision. “Four,” she said. “Four attacks,” Selene murmured. “Four anchors,” Amelie corrected. “Not necessarily visible attacks. They can activate them with blood, fear, or stolen energy.” “Can we destroy the existing anchors?” Izan asked. “Some,” Bless replied. “But if we destroy one incorrectly, the energy might jump to another.” “Like a web,” I said. “Like a web,” Amelie confirmed. “And there’s something else.”

--- Eira proposed a bold plan: to create anchors in the most affected areas, stabilizing the remnants and preventing them from spreading further. “But creating anchors requires great personal sacrifice,” she admitted. “The anchors must be infused with the essence of those who wield the most power over the remnants.” Lena exchanged a glance with Kaden and Lucan. She knew what Eira was implying, they were the only ones capable of creating these anchors. “Then we’ll do it,” Lena said firmly. Kaden’s protest was immediate. “No. It’s too dangerous.” "We don't have a choice." With a determined tone, Lena answered. "Everything we have saved will be lost if we do nothing."

Vivian squeezed her eyes shut, her voluptuous frame shaking against the chair as she braced for the bite of the steel. *CRACK.* A sound like a localized explosion echoed through the basement. Vivian’s eyes flew open just in time to see a massive block of structural concrete shatter into dust. Dominic had thrown the entire weight of his 6'4" frame forward, using the leverage of his legs to literally tear the rusted iron anchor bolt straight out of the structural pillar.

Chapter 160: The Anchor The old machines stopped making their ticking noise and everything became really quiet. The needle on the pressure gauge stopped moving and got stuck in the middle. Deep under the floor the big gates closed with a thud that you could feel through the ground. The mountain was now stable. The foundation was not something that held up the building; it was now a strong anchor that was connected to the hard rock beneath the Hudson Valley. Julian did not look away from Elena. He was still leaning over the metal table, his big chest pressed against her his large hands holding her hips tightly. He was looking at her with a fierce gaze that made her feel like nothing else matt

I roared. Colin slammed his hands into the dirt. "Anchor!" A wave of copper light shot forward, and the ground beneath the Synthetics transformed. The loose floor fused into a wall of mhard stone, rising ten feet into the air. The lead Synthetic slammed into it with the force of a car crash, "They're coming from the sides!" Cindy warned. She didn't move her hands, but the wind around her began to scream. "Frequency 440! I have it!"

"Open it." Anna knelt, the concrete cold through the thin fabric of her dress. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy lid. Inside, on a bed of black velvet, was an array of objects that made her breath catch in her throat. There was a small, silver vibrator, sleek and modern. A string of five smooth, black glass beads, each one slightly larger than the last. A black, silicone butt plug with a flared base and a sparkling purple jewel at the end. And a small, curved dildo made of pale pink glass. It was a toolkit for debauchery.

"Ash, I... My head's a mess. I don't know what's real and what isn't." Ash processed her words for a mighty while. Then held out her hands. Knowing what the other suggested without words being needed, Rose took the offered limbs. And together, whisper-lightly, they recited the oath. And that was real. Rose knew as much with absolute certainty. Just as he knew that the bond binding her to Sebestian along with a ring was real. Rose had two anchors. That was enough. It'd have to be enough. Because going through life without ever knowing if anything around her was real – that wasn't an option.

"What kind of defensive response?" Dr. Eleanor turned to face him, and Jack saw tears streaming down her face—tears of wonder, not fear. "Jack, your sister-in-law... she's not a werewolf. She never was. She's something else entirely. Something that evolved specifically to counter entropic incursion." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "She's a reality anchor. A living correction factor. And right now, she's the only thing preventing the Harbinger from unmaking this entire building."

Chapter 11: Chase Rhys’s P.O.V "That went well," Zyane sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yes it did," I agreed, amused. But that amusement was soon wiped off my face as soon as I looked back at the spot Mikalya had occupied not long ago. "Holy Shit!" In her place hung a punching block made of metal alloy, but the only difference was that the long solid block in the shape of a cylinder was now crushed beyond recognition and there were slight red stains on them indicating that she had done it by bare hands.