Novel & Cerita Fullmetal Alchemist Greed Ling

Enticing her body to rub against him needily to try to seek its release. He kissed Alinta lasciviously, his eyes glowed brightly, indicating Draven had taken over once again. His tongue transformed into his wolf's tongue, and it lapped hungrily. He waited for Alinta to reach her peak, which was not too far away. Her breathing hastened and her hips were moving faster, rubbing her needy bud against the fabric over his muscular thigh. Alinta's body jolted at the new sensation that erupted pure bliss, and then all of a sudden she felt a rough tongue slide down her throat, as it licked her where it still burned, instantly soothing all the remaining pain she had.

The blond was all in from the moment he walked through that barrier. Lexus rumbled low as he brushed his lips across the slowly dripping puncture wounds left in Azrin’s supple, freckled flesh by the recently deceased alpha. The warm, metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils, and an inviting mewl had the alpha flicking his saliva-coated tongue into the bleeding injury. He repressed an excited groan, savoring the familiar sweetness of Rin’s blood as it mingled with his own essence.

And now he has covered his greed with the noble cause of making the race stronger. "And you think you are fit to be the supreme Alpha? Someone like you, whose greed can no longer be covered? Please!" With a powerful leap, Leonardo lunged at Aaron, his sharp teeth aiming for his throat. The force of the impact sent him tumbling across the battlefield, their snarls and growls echoing through the chaos.

Perfected Immortal Qing Chen cried in anger, "Ling Fei! Your grudge against Xiao Chen has nothing to do with other people! Let go of my disciple!" "Ling Fei! You're an Orthodox disciple! How can you take out your anger on someone else? Let go of my Junior Sister!" Yu Yifeng stepped forward, wanting to save Li Muxue, but it was evident that Ling Fei had no plans of leaving this place alive. With his death, Li Muxue's soul would also integrate. The reason the Ling family was able to stand tall in the East Continent was their sinister craft, the Blood Yin Incantation!

His sharp teeth were clenched tightly together, the muscles in his jaw clenched so tightly it was a wonder they didn’t crack. The other wolves stood frozen, staring at Alpha and Liam in silence. Both Liam and Alessio’s eyes were burning with an anger that seemed to consume them, glaring at each other with pure hatred. Alpha Alessio then brought the grail under Liam’s hand, letting a few drops of his blood drip down into the glass. “Done.” he muttered, letting Liam’s hand drop nonchalantly. Liam was raging, but swallowing everything, he took back a few steps, away from the alpha without turning around.

The ritual circle cracked. Florence's mouth opened too wide—inhumanly wide—as shadows poured into my chest like poison lightning. My spine arched. My eyes turned black. My veins lit up like molten lava. And then— I screamed. My skin tore apart. My bones cracked in unnatural angles. My muscles exploded, reshaped, bent backward. Claws ripped from my fingers. Horns sprouted. My face twisted—half-human, half something older than nightmares. Lana screamed. "ALDRIAN!"

He was proud? His head tilted and his light greens met mine in seconds. Instead removing the ghostly smile, his face shifted into a full blown smirk. This was the very first emotion I had seen other than the cold one, and that little expression chilled my spine---not in a bad way but in a awfully good way. My orbs travelled over his face, examining the fine lines and the tiniest beauty marks. Vlad Kozlov, was the definition was Greed God. Sculpted face, light green eyes with a hint of hazel if looked closely, dark thick lashes, fluffy raven hair and not to the forget the delicate ink that creeped out of the sleeves on both arms.

Even the fiercest Iron-Jaw wolf lowered his gaze to the grit. The scent of the courtyard changed. The musk of adrenaline was replaced by the sharp, acidic smell of collective grief. They saw the dead machine. They saw the small, pale shapes scattered like debris in the wreckage. They understood the biological cost of the Lugal’s power. "Where is he?" Barzil’s voice boomed. The sound hit my chest like a blunt object. It was thick with a rage that made my own blood begin to simmer. I looked up at the Obsidian Balcony.

He reached into his oversized coat and pulled out a jagged, silver-alloy shard—a piece of the First Prime’s altar he had scavenged from the ruins. "The King’s Mercy isn't a gift of water, Grimm," Leo said. He stepped into the Alpha’s personal space, his amber eyes hardening into coins of lethal, ancient gold. "It is the right to earn your breath. I offered you a roof. I gave you my meat. And you use your teeth on the weak?" Leo looked at the horde, his gaze cutting through their madness like a silver blade.

the silent, constant vow of the Alpha. The Dreadlord’s lip curled into a cruel, serpentine smile. "Oh, Alpha... you’re still alive. How persistent." Lucen unleashed a growl, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through my own chest. It was the sound of a wolf pushed to the absolute edge of sanity. The Dreadlord’s gaze drifted from Lucen, sliding over me with such predatory hunger that bile rose in my throat. "Mmm," the Dreadlord crooned, his smile widening into something jagged and terrifying. "Now, you’re truly worthy."