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“Well, girl. You want to learn from this old wolf?” Gregor was a werewolf? I hadn’t realized. He must be a Rogue, to be among the Warren, but I’d never heard of a healer going Rogue. I nodded, and wrote, “I want to learn. Naomi says you are the best.” “Aw, you’re gonna make me blush, girls,” Gregor said, utterly deadpan. I was fairly certain that man’s face did not know how to blush.

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

In his right hand, he held a circle of jagged black glass—dark, sharp, and smelling of ancient ozone. "You’re asking us to worship a boy who just turned our King into a human?" Gregor spat. He stepped forward, his new human legs shaking. He didn't have his fur anymore. He just had snot running down his lip and a chest that couldn't stop heaving. "Look at him. He’s leaking starlight like a punctured lung."

Once they face the Reaper ready to collect their souls and send them to fucking hell. “I want him,” I say, pointing at the Italian guy on the right who is trying to sneak out of the room. Obviously, I know he would never leave because my guys are on him. They know he is the target. Blake is standing next to Dash and I can feel the excitement pouring from her veins. She is into this. She was frightened before but now, she wants to know what is going on, she is in. “M-me?” The guy stutters and I nod slightly as I move my finger, showing for him to get closer, but he doesn’t move, so Jagger pushes him towards me and he falls on his knees while everyone else watches.

Hideous left with the HSI driver and bodyguard as Mr. Park tried to work with Kyle's PR department in order to make a move and use this situation to their advantage. Even though Hideous is worried about his eldest son's condition, he still won't use this opportunity. As Hideous stood near the entrance of the bustling mall where the people tried to go out of the mall as soon as they could, his mind reeled with worry over the safety of his eldest son, Kyle. His eldest son is not the same as his second son. His eldest son, no matter what it is, isn't the type to ask for help until he can't do it anymore, or you won't take initiative. Thus, for this kind of thing, he'll make sure he has the uppe

If it wasn’t a play for power on the part of his siblings and rivals then the prophecy had started much earlier than they all feared and the trials became so much more important. Spurring has horse he move the party out at a quick pace, wanting nothing more to get home and talk to his lady about this. Andy was shocked that her father move them out at the pace he did. She looked to her left thinking to ask Connor about the pace but decided against it. Connor was a good guy he had been a priest and her father‘s temple before being called to serve as a guard. Like the rest of court Guards Connor was a half blood living longer than most humans but not the eternity of the gods.

Maybe I have tamed him well after all. From behind me, footsteps sound high above on the stairs, somewhere on the second floor it sounds like. Vergel’s either trying to get back on my good side or— Right before my eyes the large lycan begins to swirl in a cloud of pale smoke. My lips part with terror. Please no. I check over my shoulder. No one’s here. But those footsteps are growing closer by the second. When I turn back around, there before me, in all his fucking beautiful nakedness, is Vergel. A cruel smile pulls at his full lips as he tilts his head at me to glare down on me from beneath his thick lashes.

He stops at the edge of the Forrest and turns back around. His eyes were as black as the never-ending abyss and as red as staring into a pool of blood. They were also filled with a piercing rage and excitement, as he gazed upon another hill. Setting on the top of this hill was a humongous burning building. The flames ranged as far up as the eye could see. The flames raged in color from red to orange, and in some places even appearing as black. After a couple of minutes, the boy smiled; a smile that showed his cleverness and malignance. Then he turned back around and walked through the edge of the Forrest that was close to him leaving it behind.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

"The East drowned in blood. It was one of the massacres that made him so popular and feared!" The room fell silent as each man recalled the grisly tales. The Ravagers were deadly rogue wolves. They were rogues that were trapped in their wolf form and were known as beasts. They didn't have a single human instinct in them, hence they were completely animalistic and true predators. They craved blood, craved death. The only Ravagers that existed were under Keegan's command. They submitted and listened to him, and him alone. They couldn't live among the wolves and have been locked in a cave for years, only to be released when Keegan had use for them.