Fierce Reads Mga Nobela at Kwento

She saw everything I was doing. Cecilia's hands balled into fists at her sides, her claws pressing into her palms as she struggled to prevent her wolf from gaining control. Her breaths were short, and she sensed her wolf's fury resonating within her. It was a fierce, unyielding anger that caused every muscle in her body to tense with the urge to respond. "What then did you do when she saw you?" she questioned, her tone cold as ice, each word purposefully chilling.

She shrieks as I slam into her mercilessly. "I'm not God! Now.Slam.Say.Slam.My.Slam .Name!" I retort, holding onto the last shreds of my control. She's a minx! "Zaccccccchhhhh! Fuccccccckkk...Pleaa...Oh Go...Zaaachhh!" Yama shrieks as I take her over the edge and join her a few minutes later. Her walls squeezes my dick, and I groan in satisfaction as ropes of cum coats her walls!

Fia’s eyes were tinted in strong hatred as she bit one of his ears. Like a starving mother wolf, she pounced forward, as if she was looking at another hungry wolf while she bit the man’s neck! “Ah, let me go! Let me go!” The man pushed and beat Fia as he shrieked. Her gaze turned even colder and a chilling murderous light flashed in her eyes. No matter how much pain she was in, she did not loosen her grip or bite at all! The other man tried to pull her away, but she still did not release her bite.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

This particular one that was being tortured had stepped on my toe by killing what was mine. Blaze handed me my black leather gloves. I wore it as I walked towards him. My hands don't deserve to be stained by his filthy blood. None of these men deserve my hand to be stained with their blood. I'm not in the same filthy league as them. I am Dexter Fenrir, son of the Alpha of Black Demon Pack, Conri Fenrir. No bloody creature messes with me and goes scott free. My men walked away from him, leaning on the walls. All they've been doing was melting his skin with hot iron. That wasn't a way to torture someone. They were just playing with him.

Fear seemed to saturate the atmosphere, an electrifying energy that only heightened with each passing moment. With a roar that shook the very foundations of the battlefield, Lucian leaped into action. His tall figure ripped through Fenrir's pack like a whirlwind, claws digging deep into foes and teeth tearing through flesh with raw savagery. The enemies cowered in fear before him, their faces paralyzed by terror as they tried in vain to fight against Lucian's unstoppable wrath.

The scent of honeysuckle tickled my nostrils. "What are you implying, wolf," I demanded loudly, causing Faelon to eye me strangely. "Nothing dear but you made that angel's heart begin to beat," she growled teasingly and I looked over at Faelon and shook my head. "Are you an angel?" I asked him bluntly. Faelon shook his head and growled, "I'm a mixed breed." "Welcome to the club," I muttered and showed him my shifted Lycan hand. "Impressive," he grunted and tilted his head once again like he was listening to someone speaking.

It was so painful he couldn't even muster the energy to scream, he started rolling around as the pain got too much, it felt like his blood was on fire and burning him from the inside, that was the last conscious thought he had. Alexander watched as the two men rolled around in pain as he clenched his hands tighter the more pain they seemed to be in, he watched as blood started to leak out of their ears, nostrils, their eyes, and mouth. He didn't react, his fury blinding him as to what he was doing to them, his eyes completely red from one end to another, almost mechanically he just added pressure to his grip until suddenly their bodies combusted into bloody pieces, the blood flowing freely.

Her face reddened, crumpled her fist, and gritted her teeth. Rei’s pain tripled as Amaia said the words she didn’t want to hear. She is a wolf but her heart was like a human, opposite to the attitude of Amaia who can’t control her rage. She wanted to cry; almost her tears will fall at the peripheral vision of her eyes.

It won't stop, I'm going to die. It is possessed by the hunt and promise of food, and it refuses to retreat. I continue to kick and thrash, and to pull at my rope. It pulls back so hard on my foot that my ass leaves the ground a few inches. It's like tug of war. It's going to tear my foot off. It isn't leaving without something. I kick it with everything in me, into it's nose and it releases it's hold long enough for me to free my foot. My blood coats it's guns, and it readies itself to strike again. It studies me, teeth barred as it looks for the most efficient spot to deliver it's next blow. I duck my chin on instinct as I it takes flight. It lands across my torso, mouth nipping my shoulde