Novel & Cerita Gamagori X Mako

I stand tall and look at him curiously wondering what he means. "What Maximus means to convey to ma'am, is that we don't know exactly how this will go. Magma and Igneous are the first of our kinds to find there mate. We know that the symptoms he has are in response to the withdrawal that he feels from being away from her" the giant blonde says.

He then pushed the other down with all his might and both of them came crashing on the ground, him using the Mahan as his cushion who no longer moved. But of course it wasn’t finished. When he was able to stand up, he found himself surrounded by the hooded Mahan people. When he squinted his eyes for better vision, he realized that they even had the same kind of dagger. It had a purplish glow, which was his first time seeing that kind of metal, and all were placed in their right hands. “He is alone,” one said. “What do you want?” Ashki growled. No one answered him. They just stood there, legs crouched and weapons ready.

“That sounds… intense.” “It is,” she said, rocking the pot. “But it’s also why the company is the best. Everyone works hard.” I swallowed. Hard work I could do. I can deal with stress. But working under him… That was something else entirely. Asma glanced at me again, noticing my silence. “I know you’ve heard about him before, even if you don’t admit it.” I froze slightly. “What do you mean?” I asked too quickly. She stiffly lifted an eyebrow. “Alpha Xander Marco. King of Nightmare Pack. Even humans know his name now because of his company.”

A cruel one. One brave warrior, a young but well-trained fighter named Mako, took a cautious step forward. “Alpha,” he said, voice firm but respectful, “we should distribute strength evenly across the lines. If we put all our power in the front, the middle and back could collapse if we’re flanked—” Lila’s eyes flared with fury. In the blink of an eye, she raised her hand and sent a deadly stream of dark magic straight through his chest. Mako gasped—blood bursting from his mouth—as he dropped to his knees and crumpled to the ground. Dead.

Sharmaine looked at Maki and spoke. "That's right, I'm Maki Mohini." Maki did not hide her identity, she looked directly into Sharmaine's eyes and said, the Mohini clan is where she was created and where she used all her strength to fight. “Did the Mohini clan let you stay here too?” Sharmaine asked back. “I am like a loyal dog, sooner or later I must return to Mohini.” Maki knows her fate, she is a high ranking vampire who can kill the werewolf leader, clan Mohini will not spare Maki.

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

Captain Hiragi trains us himself. When we headed to the back of the camp where we train, the others were already there. There are only four of us- me, Marco, Josaiah, and Xy. I’m a marksman. I use an electrified steel bow that generates its own steel charged arrows. Marco Kleighs is an assassin. He uses daggers that poison the blood of the flesh it is pierced or slashed on. Even the smallest and slightest of cuts can kill the person in a matter of seconds. Josaiah Solace is the warrior, the fighter who has the best combat skills in the squad. He carries laser induced plasma twin blades that shade the color emerald. Xy Caurus is the creator or the inventor. He runs the ground game- creating

"Don't look back. Just get it." ​From the doorway, Malakai appeared. He was breathing hard, his custom suit singed from the EMP discharge, a silver-weighted blade in each hand. He didn't look at me with the smugness from the club. He looked at the Architects with a hatred that matched my own. ​"Three of them, Blackwood," Malakai said, stepping up to my left, his voice low and lethal. "They’re high-frequency shifters. They don't feel pain the way we do."

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.