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In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

'I need a gun. Finally looking ahead through the darkness of the apartment, I found my Desert Eagle .50 underneath my bed. It just sat there, the steel glimmering into my eye. Grasping it with my sweaty palms, I snatched it from underneath and placed it in my pocket. I made my way out of my room for the final time and grabbed Andrea by the arm, and before anything else was said, the penthouse I knew and loved was eradicated from my mind.

Before I could answer his sarcastic remark, I felt two other presences stir. Fenrir, Colt’s wolf, and Odin, Draegan’s wolf. One by one, they emerged from the darkness of our minds, their massive forms taking shape around Raymond’s bed. Anubis appeared first, his midnight-black coat shimmering beneath the moonlight spilling through the windows, dark-gray stripe patterns running through his fur and catching the pale silver light. His blood-red eyes swept across the suite, sharp and alert as he took in every corner before finally settling on Raymond. The fierce intensity that usually burned behind his gaze softened as he approached the bed. He lowered his massive head, carefully gauging the spa

Synn giggled. "Fuck." I cursed underneath my breath. I just hope he doesn't see me until the party's is over. "Oh, and Mr Saint will also be present too." Synn blurted. I froze, "And who's Mr Saint?" I stuttered. "It's a secret I'm telling you, Shemika. Nobody knows about Mr Saint except for Bishop. Mr Saint is the real owner of Wet Nights. Nobody knows anything about him, he operates in the shadows. One day I overheard Bishop discussing with Mr. Saint during the Outing Night party from five years ago. I was close to seeing Mr Saint's face, but he left before I could catch a glimpse of what he looks like. Perhaps, Mr. Saint might come tonight, but nobody will recognize him because nobody kno

boss. He got pulled out of his awkwardness when he heard an abrupt cry which although was somewhat faint, managed to sound heartbreaking to his ears. One was stunned to see that it was his boss' woman crying her heart out and almost instantly, One felt his head grow bigger and bigger with her cries. He, One as the leader of the elite team of Blood Gang, Nighthawk wasn't afraid of anything but a woman's cries and tried to avoid anything related to woman for that same reason!