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*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

Varz smiles. “Ah~ Yes, You are a natural S.,” Cocong said in ecstasy. “I probably should have cut your mouth off before using you,” Varz said irritatedly. Cakra and Buriko are having fun beating up those Leak with their incredible brute strengths. “You are not half bad,” Buriko said while beating them up. “You either!” Cakra said while beating them up. “Let’s have a game. The one who kills most of them is the winner.” Buriko summons his wooden ax.

He explained in a stiff voice. I nodded in response and took a deep breath. “Did you find anything else?” I asked Dalton, moving my gaze to him. He and Henrick looked at each other, and their look was enough to tell that these boys knew more than anyone else present in the room. And those were Brian and me. Henrick took a deep breath and looked at me. “All three original packs always have a weird power surge around them. It’s clear that these packs are protected by something very powerful..... something very ancient.” Henrick spoke in a low and serious tone.

Kōjin: “You kept my daughter alive long enough to come home. The flames remember.” He bows (full ninety degrees). We bow back. The summer after graduation just caught fire in the best possible way. Seras Himuari Nakamura has a God father, a god-tier armor set, and a dragon boyfriend who’s currently speechless with awe. And the rest of us? We’re just along for the blaze. Japan’s never been ready for this crew. But the fire god is. And that’s more than enough. The Armor Chooses June 15, 2029 – Mount Atago, dawn

Brooke I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone. Iniko is so different than he was before. I mean, he still has his blond hair, and I’ve adjusted to his easy-going personality which is very different than his first time on this planet. But now, he’s just so … big. I can’t get over the size difference. In his previous life, Iniko looked like an older adolescent. Now, he looks like a man. A man who is my mate.

“It was the Silver Crescent Pack.” A man among the group replied. He seems to be the oldest and acting as leader. His answer didn’t need any additional explanation. Silver Crescent is notorious with its bad reputation. They were cruel, barbaric and unreasonable. It hasn’t been that way from the beginning. It started about five years ago. Their leader turned evil and inflicted pain to anyone who goes against him. Several good men tried to beat him, but none succeeded. He was ruthless. Just last year, there was a piece of news that said he killed his own mate. It was terrible. The alpha’s name was Walter and everyone has been wary of him and his attacks on neighboring packs.

"HE'S BEEN REBORN??!" "What Class do you think he's awakened? I've never seen an Aura that color..." "Reborn at fifteen?? He really is the son of Marshall Leon." The onlooking students were positively stunned, they all stared at Samuel as if he were a god. The deep purple Aura seemed to radiate from him like a dark flame, making him look as omnipotent as the students thought he was.

She gave him a small smile and asked, “What has become of your family?” “All of my family was killed when Beelzanborg used the dark dragons to the south to attack. Then, once they had the Heart of Magic, Beelzanborg turned their backs on their allies and forced them to hide in the mountains as well. The dragons left from my thunder took to the mountain to train and wait. I know the dark dragons can still fly, but they do not have the strength to venture this far north. I think, oce the Heart of Magic is back in my possession, the spell cast over the other dragons will also fade away. They will seek revenge on Beelzanborg. They will leave the human citizens to the south alone because they kno

Then my bedroom door opened and Pegasus came out, looking for his friend. “Bro, where are you?” he said and cautiously walk towards the living room. “He’s behind the sofa, quickly hide and run!” Bacchus advised him. But before Pegasus can hide, I shoot him on the right thigh. “Bull’s eye!” I shouted. “F*ck you, Black Dragon!” Pegasus shouted as he dropped on the floor and crawled behind the drywall that divided the kitchen and the main room. “You guys keep on saying that but you can’t even hit me.” I taunted them again.

he hissed, raising his club. I ducked and rolled, ignoring my own shudder at the whirling sound above my head. I sprang to a crouch and lunged forward, just like Burney had taught me and took his legs out from under him. He tried to raise his arm again, but I latched onto it, raking my nails down his skin. He let out a surprised grunt, his winded reflexes sending his pole rolling out of his reach.