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"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

“I’m Flame and my partner over there glaring at the protesters is Slash. Thank you for the amusement when you talked to that man out there. He loves to taunt us.” “My pleasure. When he starts up again just start chanting Elvis and I bet he’ll shut up.” She winked. “It’s the best way to deal with them. It will totally piss him off, he’ll know it’s an insult but it won’t sound that way to anyone but him.” The officer laughed. “I’ll remember and pass it on to the others.” “It’s only fair you give it back. I’m sure you have to put up with a hell of a lot. May

Vragenn instantly found himself next to the girl. “You…” the king muttered through his teeth. - Do you even understand what you’re doing? - Certainly! - Ira grinned. The enemy was angry, which means he was sloppy. “I want to make fun of you well before I kill you...” The chosen one attacked the king with hatred.

He barely flinches. Titan charges next, all six-foot-eight of him built like a fucking freight train. His shoulder drives into my gut and lifts me clean off the ground, dumping me hard on my back. The impact rattles my spine. Before I can roll, Wrath’s boot crashes into my side, cracking at least one rib. I hear it snap, feel the white-hot flare, and I laugh louder.

Not the painful wails of the warriors on the ground, not even the tremble of fear evident in the surrounding warriors' eyes as they beheld the carnage that was their king. Dax, my wolf, was clawing to be left free. Not after I managed to wrestle control from him before he went overboard. “Anybody else?…” my voice boomed like thunder. It was not a request nor a question. No, it was a dare and a challenge to their honor and pride as a warrior. I scoffed as they had no choice but to back down. “Weak…” I commander Josh, the head of the Mafia knife unit, accept this privilege to spar with the king.”

The environment has suddenly become extremely hot, and the fight has become extremely heated! We had never felt such excitement in a wolf fight before. My heart was racing at a breakneck pace. The round will determine the winner. Lycan King fought like an enraged tiger in the fifth round, only thirsty for his opponent's blood. Every punch, jab, lunge, blow, hit, and attack demonstrated his status as a Lycan King. Dante, who had never been defeated, was severely beaten.

A voice said, even though it was not too loud, but each words could make the demons go hiding in their skins, the room quieten at the sound of the King Bethel, the snakes hissed at his voice, cowering away from him. "We go for the slave trade, we attack the werewolves and we take the slaves he bought, all of them..." The Vampire king said. "Now you can depart, prepare the warriors for battle...." The king said, standing up from his throne and leaving the hall. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ "These cornmeal taste awful, damn, the pork does not have any oil, just dry" Sharriah complained, looking in distaste at the food that was served to them.

The sob was just in my throat, sure to explode in no time. The king took the spiky whip, it thick sure to tear Stern’s back apart. The spikes were of silver. I could heal from that but Stern could not. He could not heal from those spikes. It would be agony, the worst pain, the worst punishment ever for a werewolf. “A hundred whips for you and anyone else who thinks of doing these crimes will have to think again.” I could not help myself, my feet moving on their own. My hands were quickly gripping the king’s arm as he was raising the whip.

Or jump off a building. Ren put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. He pressed a kiss against my temple. No words were said by him. He knew that the possibility of Adrian winning was slim, and he was intelligent enough to not utter empty promises or false words. I was thankful for it. Samael was the King of Wrath. He fought every day. He literally lived for it. Adrian was not. His realm was green, full of life and there was more love making than fighting. This realm was dull, dead, empty. Not worth living for.