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he grunted bluntly and I frowned. "My child is not a hellhound. He doesn't carry a wolf or Lycan and is a full-blood vampire. I wish to name him Kasin Faris Sokolov," I replied firmly and Faelon shrugged and told me okay. Lucifer asked to hold him so I handed him to the devil. Lucifer chuckled at me.

Her body floats at the big outflow of the water down to the city of Human Town. As she was being unconscious for three hours. Her body was now found at the riverside near the Forbidden Forest of Human. She began shaking like she was having sudden convulsion seizures. Her skin was so pale, her eyes began to dilate but it was changing color from blue and gold. Her skin started to show white fur but it just keeps on fading. Her body started to curl like her bones are moving on the inside wanting to transform. Her teeth showing sharp canine and her feet and hands started to show sharp claws. But the suffering of Amaia made her wake up. Her eyes open again but the color of it was full black. She

Their fur is red-striped with blue eyeballs. Whenever anyone asks, the Anindira family will answer that they are from the Siberian Husky breed with unique fur. In the neighborhood where Anindira lives, Arwan and Farrell have lots of fans, but also lots of enemies. Those who already have their own pets tend to avoid Arwan and Farrell. As animals, they have an instinct to avoid the Wolf duo, which is considered dangerous, a predator. The pets will go crazy in front of Arwan and Farrell, they will trouble their masters, because they will run away following their instincts.

< FERAL FURY PACK > The garden of the Feral Fury Pack was alive with laughter and chatter, a rare moment of warmth amidst the usually tense atmosphere. It was a rare sight to see everyone gathered together like this—Mikhail, Jessica, Genevieve, Spike, Luciano, Gift, Damon, and Lucifer, all sharing in the lightness of the moment. The day was perfect; the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the flowers, and for once, it felt like a true family reunion, despite the many wounds they all carried.

Kihara didn't know when she chuckled "What's funny?" Carly asked in irritation. "And you, Blade or Blaze whatever your name is, I do not want to ever hear that you touched my mate again," she mimicked the alpha's muscular voice and burst out in laughter. It was so funny to see the Alpha jealous, protective, possessive, and angry altogether. They couldn't detect whether he was angry at Carly or it was Blaze he was angry at He was as confused as they all were in the room of his behavior

Gradually nodding their heads in affirmative, both women's eyes sparkled with hope as they shared tight hugs. To avoid tears rolling down her cheeks , Amy broke the silence and hug. "I am looking to buy some novels". "What type of novel would you like my lady?" With her right hand slightly supporting her jaw Amy's mind pondered on a better choice of book. Squinting her eyes, "I really don't know yet. All I know is that I do not want to read romance novels anymore", she stated. "They are pathetic!" Amy chuckled. "Oh dear! I sometimes feel same too. Would you want to try horror stories?"

Lottie's POV I watched as Fluffy approached me, her head nudging at my stomach gently. A cute sound bubbled from her throat. A warm sensation spread through me as Fluffy's touch seemed to resonate with the pups stirring inside me. It was as if they recognised the hellhound's presence, responding with gentle flutters. I couldn't explain how, but despite the cuffs suppressing my abilities, this connection brought me a glimmer of relief. For a moment, the fear and uncertainty faded, replaced by a comforting sense of unity.

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

” I’ve been nursing my abused soles on the living room couch for less than five minutes, but it’s the third time a variation of this question has been asked of me. So I keep my head bent down and ignore Lucien’s second—the one who looks like a Ken doll—as I pluck an assortment of detritus from my toe. I need tweezers, but I didn’t bring any with me. Do Weres use them? As the original furries, do they find them morally repugnant? Maybe they hold body hair sacred, and any threat to its rightful dwelling on the flesh is considered blasphemous. Food for thought. “Let me go,” Max whines. Like me, he’s sitting on a couch.

And right at the border of the pines lies what used to be a wolf. Not one of ours. At least, I don’t think so. But gods, the smell. Raw meat and old fear. The carcass is torn open from the ribs, half-eaten in a way that makes no sense. Wolves don’t eat their own kind. And whatever did this—it wasn’t for hunger. No, this was rage. I crouch beside it, my breath fogging against the cold. The fur’s still warm. “Jake,” someone calls behind me. I don’t turn. I know that voice. Micah.