Novel & Cerita Glass Animals Black Mambo

Alpha Gali Blackmoor “If that male is so fond of going au naturel, let his body do a fast streak around Myhill CrestHALL three whole times without a single stitch of fur on his skin,” I command in a freezing tone, staring through the glass at the unconscious Gage Slater.

Not on someone elses deadline. She glared at the canvas infront fo her her eyes were a bit blurry, a bit from being sleepy and a bit from the fact she couldn't remember when she had eaten last. She scooted her stool back a bit so if she did fall over she wouldn't land on the canvas infront of her. She ran a hand over her face a black smear spreading across her pale skin as the charcoal on her hand brushed down her face.

Two massive statues flanked the entrance, shaped like grotesque monkeys, but not the playful kind. These were twisted, horror-born beasts, with bloated bellies, gnarled claws, and gaping mouths filled with jagged, bloodstained teeth. Their black stone skin seemed to breathe, pulsing with a dark red glow beneath the surface. A viscous liquid, thick and crimson, dripped from their jaws, falling to the ground in slow, deliberate plops that echoed like heartbeats. Blood, or something that mimicked it. I flinched and slammed the window shut.

I rise and bow to them out of respect. "Please sit down Lunas. What we are about to discuss is a bit shocking." I gesture towards the couch big enough to seat six people. Alpha Damien and Alpha David sit with their Lunas and wait for me to begin. "Lunas, the Moon Goddess has told me that your pups are the next Blue Wolves and you'll be giving birth under the next full moon." I decided to just rip the band-aid off, so to speak, out of exhaustion from this whole thing. Their eyes widened with surprise. Joy flashed across their face for a moment and worry replaced it.

She saw them all drinking the wine hurriedly, while looking around vigilantly. "Don't drink it!" Mira yelled, her voice booming loudly through the hall. She looked at the unaffected pack members who were still holding their glasses. "Stay away from the wine! It has been poisoned! It has been tampered with and one sip will turn you into monsters!" The sound of breaking glass filled the hall as the pack members dropped their glasses in horror. They stared at the affected ones with horror filled eyes. But the people with black eyes were just standing there, like they were frozen in place, staring blankly like they were waiting for a signal or command.

I’d only lend my help if she needed it. “You’re right, my power alone can’t hold you, but ours can.” Just then, ice clashed with fire, forming a ball of glass that looked like crystal around Morana. She watched in horror, looking at her daughter with betrayal in her eyes. She shrieked and slammed her black magic toward Kamari and the auburn wolf. The black magic pulsed around the glass containing Morana but stayed within the glass ball. She screamed as she pushed her magic into the two merged powers, pushing with all she had. The wolf and Kamari grunted against the magic but held firm.

Megan saw his reaction and started to tear up too, she couldn't make out the people in the distance but she knew there was only one person in this world who could cause her husband to have such a reaction. She took an item from her storage ring and put it on her face. It was a pair of glasses with white frames that were filled with runes. Inside the frame was mana glass with even more runes around the edges. These were the new version of the zoom goggles that Xasha created, they were much more compact and stylish and worked better than the previous version.

Kassius explains Ash’s quick decision. I look at Riggs. The Black Mamba has a look on his face as if his heart is about to break. There are no tears gathered in his eyes, but the way he is looking at Ash… Forlorn, that’s the expression on his chiseled bearded face.

Their pain was a stark contrast to the opulence surrounding them. As we moved through the casino’s grand hall, I could feel the strength of Cassandra’s resolve beside me. Her face was a mask of icy determination as her eyes scanned the room. We approached a private area roped off for VIPs. Malcolm Blackwood awaited us. Malcolm looked like a king on his throne. He was lounging with a group of barmaids. His smirk was as slimy as the dark brown liquid in his glass. Malcolm was every bit the picture of malevolence. His black hair was slicked back with gel and his dark eyes glinted with cruel amusement.