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"I suppose we'll all just have to hope that whatever unnatural force lives inside our dear Elena doesn't prove dangerous to the rest of us." She swept away, her crimson gown trailing behind her like blood. Her followers went with her, casting suspicious glances back at me. The hall erupted into whispered conversations, everyone processing what had just happened. I stood alone in the center, surrounded by infinite reflections of myself, feeling more isolated than ever. King Theron's POV Theron stood before it, his hands clasped behind his back, staring at the ornate face as if it might reveal secrets it had kept for centuries. *The Hand of Gods*, they called it. A relic from the old times. Th

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

“ Do you see his resilience? A normal immortal would have long yielded to these blows and given up. ” The words stung the ego of the youngest looking God, who now took thigs personally. “ Alright. Alright. If this isn't enough to kill you. May be, this will, ” He smirked as he conjured two deep magenta handcuffs from thin air. He threw each one at Akata's either hands. Akata arched back as he cried aloud in an excruciating pain. “ That's the God-Chain. ” One of the Gods stood up and exclaimed,but another gently pulled him back as they watched Akata's life force finishing from his veins.

I tell him lightly and I put my hand lightly in his hand and I see him with one hand lifting the handcuffs and with the other he bandages the wounds on my hand with the rags he got. I look at the hand with which he holds the handcuffs and I see burns appear on his fingers but he does not sketch any gesture. In a few minutes all the burns around my hand are bandaged and the silver is no longer in direct contact with the skin. I already feel the healing process begin. Christian lets go of my hand and places it carefully on my lap and tries to get up, but without realizing it, Angel takes control of me and grabs his hand, tagging him towards me.

Gunthar's thunderous shout scared Jude half to death. As he raised his trembling hand, the pathetic sight reminded me of the drug traffickers Talon Unit used to corner at the borders ten years ago. Gunthar grabbed him by the collar and pointed at the plaque. "Open your damn eyes and take a good look. Who the hell gave you the nerve to tear down a First-Class Meritorious Hero's family home?" Jude had wet his pants from fright. He dropped to his knees, and his words tumbled over each other. "I-I didn't know! If I'd known, I wouldn't have dared touch him, not even in a million years!"

“Hahahaha, this is our Griffin God Clan’s formation. Four shadows of ancient beasts appeared in the sky, and Xiao Chen’s ancient beast sword finally materialized; the sword immediately severed one of the chains binding the War God’s right hand. The sword followed Xiao Chen’s War God form and instantly cut through the remaining chains, finally revealing his true form in its entirety. With battle armor covering his body, a powerful aura of blood, and two swords in his hands, the God of War clearly showed that he had been on the battlefield for a long time. “What? He has the blood of a God of War? No, that’s impossible…. This is impossible!” Every word from the man of the Griffin clan sounded a

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

Alex was taken aback, "The Tomb of the Gods?" "I did see the shadow of a person, and if my eyes are not blurry, that person is most likely the Primal Old Devil," said Bodhi Elder. The battle on the field was once again fierce at this point. Sydney discarded her spirit sword in favor of the Demon God's hand. After regrowing, the hand that Hooly had previously severed was very different from her original hand, so to speak; it was a devil claw, but the power of this devil claw was unexpected.

They each held two jars of dirt. “Why so much dirt?” DJ asked. “Hand them to DJ. I want you to hold each jar and then pass them to Dean and Petra. After you have all held the jars, you tell me why they brought four jars instead of just one.” I said, I was hoping to teach them as much as I could before the fight that was coming. DJ held each jar and looked up at Typhon a couple times and then handed them to Dean. He did the same and then handed them to Petra. Petra jumped when she held one of the jars and handed that one to me. She then handed the rest back to Lucifer.

“Something's not right. . . why can't I feel my right hand?” Anderson quickly ran his left hand to his arm, but there was no arm. Only thing he felt was the bedsheet. His eyes began to cloud. “Where's my right arm?! What happened to my right arm?!” He could not hold it any longer, and began to cry unashamedly. Still, he was grateful. Despite whatever, he had his mother beside him right now. He'd accomplished his dream of winning the Greatest Scientist of the Age, and also finding his mother, and exacting vengeance on Dr. Archer.