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The old man speaks. Lucien's mind goes blank, he didn't know how to respond. What Kohl was expecting was genuineness and a guilt-free reason to grow stronger. Lucien's reason was nothing but a guilty and spiteful plan to grow stronger than someone who was already leagues above his strength. A Phoenix is a god-like creature. And Lucien was a person who would definitely clash with a God. "You don't have to know anything expect for two things, master." Lucien steps forward, quite literally riding up his master's face as he speaks.

People called him the undefeatable ghost in the Korean server. He was able to decimate all his enemies even during a disadvantaged match. Everybody in the League of Legends circle knew he was invincible. Gamers even gave him the nickname ‘Living Satan’. She had heard about this gamer before, and even asked Team XS to invite him to join them. However, S didn’t even respond to them. She never expected this person would turn out to be her son. Leon still hadn’t noticed her as he continued leading his teammates in the game. They engaged in a group battle after defeating the big dragon. It was four of them against five of their enemies.

Fin was the latest example. The car pulled to a halt outside a towering mansion, its gothic architecture casting long shadows over the driveway. Loki stepped out, his presence commanding yet effortless. Every step he took was deliberate, each one reverberating with authority that sent lesser creatures scrambling to bow their heads or scuttle out of sight. The world knew what he was Hell's prince, a force of darkness that didn't need to announce itself.

the person on the other side of the phone responded respectfully. Hulk Hank’s face instantly lost all color after hearing the voice of the other person. Of course he knew who Connor Heath was! The Lord of the Wolves, Connor Heath was a supreme existence in the Lone Wolves, the only controller. Harvey York calmly said, “Hulk Hank in your organization is preparing to kill me right now and he is ready to make me regret being born in this world. I’m just curious, is this his idea or yours?” The person on the other side gasped.

Later in the castle's huge Chamber of Thrones, Loki sat on an elaborately carved golden throne at the head of a huge mahogany table, to his right sat Othello and around the table sat all his Warrior Leaders, to his left sat the Warlock and the Witch. 'You had better explain to everyone who our opponent is this time.' Loki said with an air of defeated desperation, the Warlock stood and turned to address the others, 'Cerberus is the Devil's Dog who guards the entrance to Hades, he admits the shadows but never lets them out again. He is a savage, bronze dog, incredibly powerful and without any pity, he is cursed by Hades to prevent thos

"Baby, don't wiggle too much. I wouldn't hurt you." "Let me go! Ah, please don't. Let me go. I hate you!" Pearl yelled at Taggart, who had transformed into a giant, enraged beast. Taggart roared his anger at her for her rejection. He growled like a giant wolf dog, standing upright like a human. The sight was so horrifying that Pearl was at a loss for words. Seeing a beast such as Taggart Kellent filled her with intense fear. Pearl cried so hard with her swollen eyes, begging the beast to let her leave.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

I said while squinting my eyes, in order to recall who he was. “It seems that you’ve forgotten who I was so soon,” he smiled. That smile…I know this man but from where?I wondered. And realized it hit me. “Lord Havellry?!” “The great and ruthless alpha Logan knows who I am, I’m deeply flattered and honored,” Lord Havellry chuckled. I licked my bloody fangs with my forked tongue. “Lord Havellry of the humans…what brings you to the world of wolves?” Havellry was a short bald headed man. He was short and plump. He looked like if he had lost an inch of height, he would’ve become a dwarf.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

“A doorway. Nothing more.” My breath catches. Because for the first time, I see it. This isn’t Brad. Not anymore. This is something else. Something wearing him. Something using him. Something that tricked me. My voice comes out small. “What… what are you?” He steps close enough that the shadows brush my skin like cold fingers. “I am the Hallow,” he whispers. “And you, Jason, are a pawn who mistook himself for a king.” My blood runs cold. He knows. He knows I thought killing Brad would make me powerful. He knows I believed the lies. He knows I was used. And he enjoys it.