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Blood also flowed from her lower body. I looked around, getting better sight of this cave, only then did I realize that this odor not only coming from her but also from the remains of Ogres that I could see here. I started counting silently. Their body parts were scattered in every corner I could see. I didn’t know how many to be exact, maybe more than six different Ogres. And they… those Ogres somehow found her and forced her to mate with them. This was so odd that my mind blank for a second. This is a female Lycan we were talking about, not an Ogre female. Why do they force themselves to mate with a Lycan?

A mannish-looking woman said in a manly voice, staring at me. Not waiting for another second, I stood up, feeling a slight numbness in my legs, which immediately disappeared when all the gates to the arena_ both entrance and exit were opened. And the first thing I saw was their glowing dark eyes and the unpleasant, dark aura emitting from them. Although they looked like wolves, they were still slightly different. Scary looking like beasts from hell. With very long claws and fangs. Even their fur looked very full and tangled and at a distance, you could feel the ominous air surrounding them.

Amanda’s feral wolf recognized her as an alpha and it bowed to her as submissive. “I am an Alpha and bow to me,” her mind linked it and the wolf whined in front of her power. After a while, she shifts back into her human again. Her body was sweaty. “You guys can now come out,” she said. The trio walked out. Daciana punched Daniel on the arm. “You have not informed me that she is a feral,” she said. “A what?” asked Daniel. “Feral, a wild one, whose human cannot control it,” she said.

Losing that one person is akin to stabbing someone to death. The pain is unbearable and couldn’t be put into words. Only hearts could speak the words and tears could convey the emotions deeply concealed. “From her words, it seems like devils are adamant on becoming an immortal and ascend to divinity. But why do orcs need her baby’s core? In the first place, orcs don’t want to mingle with other creatures.” The sparrow mother told us that an orc was chasing her after killing her husband for his core. She finally ran away from the orc when we met her, hence her attitude.

Mahisar stood at the forefront of the demon horde, surveying the battlefield with a cold, calculating eye. The enemy lines stretched ahead—vampires slashing through the shadows, witches hurling torrents of fire, wolves twisting and leaping through the chaos—but his army moved as one, a tide of claws, teeth, and dark magic surging forward under his command.

Taking a deep breath in through his nose and exhaling out through his mouth to calm himself, he took a good look at his opponent, not having seen an orc before he was not really sure what he was looking at in terms of strengths and weaknesses, all he could see was the beast had black matted hair on its scalp, a broad forehead that was seeping green blood from the blow it suffered from colliding with his sword that almost hid its small red eyes, and a large jaw that held gigantic teeth that looked to be at least two inches long, a very short neck before the body started into a very muscular upper torso and short thin legs, overall, a strange beast. ‘Be wary young one, this is an orc feral, th

You are not from this realm". He asked again. His eyes have fire but confusion about Becky. Becky laughed. Her avatar changed and she turned into a divine Goddess. The two wolves to her side. Orges looked at her in shock. "I know you have changed aura. Who are you"? he asked Becky. "I am Goddess of werewolves" she replied with pride. All ogres looked at Becky in shock. " But We have never broken any divine rules. Why Goddess and Lords are behind us". he asked while looking at her.

Insanity is visible in her eyes. Like a ghastly lady hugging herself in a corner of the room that is enough to fit ten families from the border. Morrigan seemed to be so small in her room, however, she could feel how the cloud of fear grows within her. Making the room feel like it was smaller than it was. Her dreams haunt her, the way Colfre remained motionless in the middle of the rubble and the aftermath of war. With him kneeling as if he was praying, with a dagger piercing his heart, and her beautiful hazel eyes void of emotion and life. A corpse left to be kneeling upright to the gods. The crows in her dreams are like vultures, watching the surroundings below them keenly, waiting for the

An icy squall was formed when she released her ginormous dark wings. “I am not at fault!”, her gargling voice was weak and empathetic. Her formerly charming green eyes were now horribly red, giving her a creepy appearance. She was huge and physically intimidating. A flash of images of the creatures I have seen days ago took me by surprise. Those formidable foes were smaller versions of her. Nevertheless, there was no doubt about her connection with them. “I, Allyssa Lausanne of the Oracle Aswang Clan, reject you Amante del Fuego of Irati Nardus Pack as my mate!”

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.