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Let's kill everything... Dave grabbed a handful of nuts from the bamboo bowl. When Dave went out in public, he wore glamour, which altered his natural dark red skin and completely black eyes. His skin was a warm brown now, and his eyes were a deep whiskey color. I had become so accustomed to his usual shark-eye that the glamor confused me.

I'm a Black Malemyn. I don't know how it happened but, yes. I'm a dual power person. I don't need Gwandy to comfort me, and I don't need Malemyn to protect me. That is the reason why I am hiding from the government. If the government know this, they will surely do everything to create another me by using my DNA. "Now.. Hello monster, are you ready to be killed by me?" I smirk while asking the huge monster. It heights is more than 12 feet. It has four arms and four eyes. The color of its skin is green. Each monster in the world has name but since I don't give a fuck with them, I don't know what it's name.

Jayden snorted and in the blink of an eye disappeared from the surroundings. Claire was stunned when approached by a hooded soul reaper. He was wearing super fit black shirt and pants. His body is so well built that any man would envy the perfection of his body. His shoes were a pair of black boots. Gami walks rhythmically as if he were just ramping like a model. As before, Claire could only see Gami's lips. But for some inexplicable reason, she knew Gami was in front, the one who helped her. Maybe it was his voice that served as recognition. It blinked again and, in an instant, time ran.

"Dark skies, dewy sands, that's the Gerly Mountain. How did it crumble?" He walked towards the riverbank, his hands moving into the waters. He sent me a glare, and I lowered my gaze to his hand; it was blazing, more like deteriorating. His sinister aura cloaked the air around us, choking me as I gasped for air. "You let out Vala, the ancient one. So you know what that means?" His eyes began to glow, the cloak falling off his body. Damn, he is hot. I mean, his broad chest definitely spelled 5-star gym coach, those well-sculpted abs dripping with sweat, those masculine arms tense and firm like he was going to grab me at any moment. He would make a good stripper, I must say.

His long black hair is tied in a bun at the back of his head, I see his look is like a knife, sharp and galactic colonies when he sees me. I have a feeling that his skin is the color of the galactic colonies of a blood moon and black tattoos run over his bare chest. Then, I realize that all the lines are precise and symmetrical on both sides of the body, I see that they start at his neck and travel like a maze over the rest of him, disappearing under the waistband of a ripped black jeans. He is a vision of dark virility. "Bom DIA, Karin Iwasaki," Deese Ale.

[Apple] The door to the van flies open. “WITCH!!!” Zion is screaming, his hand pointing, his face bright red as he gasps for air between shouts. “DEMON!!” I turn, expecting him to be staring at my glowing hands now burning with sparkling fire. But he isn’t, he’s staring at the figure in the doorway. A tall young man in a black leather coat glares at Zion with unflinching hate. His auburn hair floats around his ears, held aloft by the power flowing through him, glowing brightly through his skin.

But I wasn't alone for long. Less than five minutes later, the cloth door moved again. Two men walked into the small room. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't help but stare. They were young, incredibly fit, and completely butt naked. One of them was Black, his skin a rich, smooth color that caught the golden light of the lamp. His muscles were large and hard like stone. The other man looked mixed, with light brown skin, sharp hazel eyes, and a broad chest covered in faint tattoos. Both of them were fully, aggressively hard. Their cocks were as hard as rocks, pulsing and pointing straight out in front of them.

a stern voice roared near the western gates. A line of heavy armored trucks, all bearing the obsidian crest of the Blackmoor pack, tore through the iron gates. A dozen high-ranking warriors jumped out, shifting halfway into their beast forms to push back the trembling lower-ranking wolves. Kairo Vale leaped from the lead vehicle, holding the door open with total submission. Gali Blackmoor stepped into the pale light. His heavy leather boots crushed the loose gravel, and his thick winter furs draped over broad, scarred shoulders that leaked pure, terrifying dominance.

But God forgive me, Blake Luca is the definition of ‘A man made in sinful flesh…’ tall and broad-shouldered, his body carved like he’d spent every minute of his life lifting heavy dumbbells in the gym. He wears a tight white shirt that shows off his hard chest, the sleeves rolled up to expose thick, veiny forearms. His black pants cling to his strong thighs, and the heavy bulge pressing against the fabric between his legs is impossible to miss. A massive dragon tattoo curls up his right arm, its dark scales etched in black and red. The beast’s snarling head disappears beneath his collar, right at the base of his thick neck. And his face—God! This man is a beautiful sin.

Before I scream a man's voice cuts me off. "Hey!" He yells. I turn to meet the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. He's so beautiful even more beautiful than Josh and he doesn't sound like Bieber. He has brown hair and brown eyes, and I can see his muscles right now. He's wearing a black shirt and sweat pants with sneakers. Man, is that a bulge I'm seeing, or am I just drunk? He looks my age, or older. Not that I should care about his age though.