Fullmetal Alchemist Havoc Mga Nobela at Kwento

AVA I was eighteen years old, drunk on cheap tequila, and about to ruin my life with the one man I should’ve never touched. But I was getting ahead of myself. Let me rewind to three hours earlier, when I still believed in love, loyalty, and the stupid fairy tale that good girls got happy endings.

It honestly felt weird, bearing the Beta title while my dad bore the Gamma title. It was quite unheard of in the history of the Moonstone pack. A luna being involved actively in murder was not something that any pack member expected to witness in our pack, not in our lifetime anyway. The Luna's reason or reasons for killing the Beta was yet to be disclosed to the public, probably only the high families knew; even Darrell didn't know. His father always kept him in the dark about a lot of things, and this was one of them. I have always thought that was a risky way to bring up one's child, considering he would be taking over as Alpha in a few years from now.

He let out a bone chilling growl that silenced the battlefield for a heartbeat before the fight raged on. My breath caught as I saw the three Alphas shift as well. Together, they stormed the enemies like a tempest; fangs ripping, claws slashing, leaving destruction in their wake. I shivered as Damon lunged, driving his claws into a man’s chest with savage precision. Blood sprayed, and the man crumpled. The three alphas were less brutal; neck snapping, biting down hard on throats, flinging bodies as though they weighed nothing. The enemies were reducing in numbers, as they fell one after the other. The palace ground looked like a graveyard.

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***

I'd rather live alone in a simple and small house than in a palace that will never do good to my situation right now. The door creaked as someone opened it from the outside. I was waiting for that person to enter and It was him, Blade. He was looking at me with his blazing fire, a red pair of eyes, it's not him, it's not Blade that I'm seeing, who is he? I know my Blade, his eyes aren't red and he doesn't have any reason to be this mad at me. Is it possible that there's someone pretending to be Blade? Is it possible for an alpha to have an impostor? If it is, then what happened to Blade? I held Via's trembling hand and whispered to her.

The battlefield is painted with the blood of those who sacrificed their lives for their leaders, the saddest reality of wars. Alice was busy looking at her opponent, lost in the moment as seeing a mother-daughter moment, she doesn’t want to show this weak side of her to anyone that’s why keeping her face blank but her human side is more emotional than her Lycan and werewolf side. She was about to turn to look behind when heard Max shouting her name, his face is showing pure expressions of shocked and horror as he is coming running in her direction, but it’s already late for her to take any action when a silver sword come in force about to pierce her heart by none other than her dearest uncle

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

My wolves roared in agreement, the sound like thunder, and Marcus, Ethan, Callum, and Davian let their power surge alongside mine, creating a barrier that pushed back the Devourer. The king laughed, deep and chilling. “Impressive. But you are still a child playing with fire. And fire… can consume everything.” “No,” I said, teeth clenched. “I am the storm. I am the fire. And I will decide who burns.” The Devourer’s red eyes flared. He lunged, and in that instant, the world exploded into chaos.

My name is Calissa, the stepdaughter of Alpha Clay, the alpha of Shadow Pack, and Luna Elizabeth. Alpha Clay married my mother, who was his mate and was already pregnant with me the day he found her in the woods, wounded and at the point of death. Although he took us both in, I wished he had not done that because I had to endure humiliation like no one else had because of that. And that usually went on without my mother saying a word in my defense.

Many people assumed that she will end up with him and kept on commenting that writer always do this and that. I would only prefer you to remember I don't do injustice with my characters. Rose will suffer but if Harry went overboard with his cruelty he will regret as well. There is always a limit to everything. But if he did something which is not acceptable for even revenge then he will indeed face the consequences as well. Moreover, there is a tag and also mentioned in the disclaimer about 'Violence and Cruel' for a reason. This story is heavily dark. And there is violence and a lot of cruelty from the Male lead side. And if you can't handle go read the tags and also the warnings before con