General Thragg Invincible Novels & Stories

He deserves it. Ivan took a few steps towards me and I involuntarily backed away from the threat posed by his ripples. He shot his hand out and clutched my arm, strong fingers writhing on my wrist. I flinched at the touch and tried to free myself from his hold, but his iron grasp remained unaffected.

Hunter said softly but determinedly. The room was thick with tension, the air almost suffocating with the weight of unsaid words and unacknowledged feelings. My mind raced, trying to process everything. These men, who had invaded every corner of my life, were now standing before me, refusing to let go. And as much as I wanted to walk away, a part of me—the part that had felt those forbidden thrills and dangerous desires—wondered if it was truly possible to escape their grasp.

Thunder rumbled ahead, releasing more rain which stoned against my skin in vengeance. I peeled my eyes away from my grieving friend and looked around the completely destroyed surroundings. It was a sea of black ash, with only skeletons left of what was once buildings and structures. Bodies lay in the puddles, many of them too burned to be recognizable. Some were in their wolf forms, probably trying to use the superior agility to escape the fire… but failed. Other bodies had melted into the ground, peeling back skin from teeth and bones. Trithorn was a metal mining pack. Small, but wealthy. Every pack needed their rarest, deadliest steel and weapons. Even Eldermagyn soldiers, fucking bullies

When Long Tian appeared, the scene he saw was a young girl fearlessly charging forward to rescue a kid from getting crushed under the descending, flaming hover. "This..." It was a heart shuddering scene.

The surrounding enemies falter, their terror apparent as they catch glimpses of the unleashed blue wolf, a symbol of untamed power. Aria's grandfather, Mtungagore, the Azanian warlock, recognizes the urgency of the situation. As a guardian and ally, he understands the gravity of protecting me and Summer from further harm. With a flick of his aged hand, he deploys his expertise, creating intricate barriers that prove impenetrable to Vornt's minions.

Her fingers bumped something metallic, half-buried beneath a collapsed plank of wood. She tugged gently, uncovering a small, rusty tin. Her heartbeat spiked excitedly. Inside, wrapped in what looked like satin, was a flash drive… and a folded note bearing yet another cryptic message: Truth has teeth. Bite before it bites you. —M. She clutched it tightly, her hands shaking as she stood and hurried quietly back through the tunnels to her room. ************************************************** When Sergio found her in the study half an hour later, she didn’t even glance up. The screen in front of her glowed faintly in the dark room.

“But you did it. You faced them down and won their respect. I’ve never been prouder.” Dominic caught up to us before we could leave. “That was quite a show, Silvermoon. You’ve got half the North eating out of your hand now.” “I just told them the truth.” “The truth backed by undeniable power. That’s the only language Alphas really understand.” He grinned. “The alliance is official now. Mountain Ridge stands with Blackthorn. And with you.” “Thank you,” I said sincerely. “For supporting me in there.” “Thank me by staying strong. By becoming everything you’re meant to be.” He glanced at Kade. “And by keeping this one in line. He’s been insufferable since you arrived.”