Novel & Cerita Jean Diluc

Her eyes were filled with tears, and looking at Diego, I didn’t need to be a genius to realize that Lucas was his older brother. “Do not, never, not in a million years, think of mentioning my son’s name again.” Luna Claudia went to turn and leave only Mario wrapped his hand around her wrist, stopping her. Diego went to step forward, but I tightened my hand around his, stopping him. He looked at me, frowning for a second before I nodded at them as Mario pulled Luna Claudia to his chest, hugging her tightly. “I give you my word that his blood is not going to go in vain.” He whispered. “But you are going to have to leave the cocoon that you wrapped around yourself. It is not going to keep you s

Lucian casually laid on the ground his M82 sniper rifle he had reached for in his car only a minute ago. He had gotten his binoculars out after Drago and his men had sped past him in order to get a better view of their interaction but to his upmost annoyance, Drago only took action on entering the building and when he was finally with Andrew, he was still busy exchanging words with him. But words wasn’t what Lucian wants, he wanted the man to pay dearly for raising his hand on Ava and so right after Antonio had met up with him, he reached for his sniper and without a second thought, took the man down.

Duo added. His purple Iru gushes out from his body and envelopes him. His right eye is glowing purple strengthening him that he can hold Alfi’s blow well. They put more force on their swords that they cause a great crack as their swords keep clashing. Slashed and slashed, kick and kick, and hit and hit. “Are they always like this?” Jeje asked. “You can say that. It’s just like our daily entertainment.” Herman explained. “Don’t you know? You can get along well through a fight.” Cocong added.

Carl was really powerful and definitely a Martial Emperor. The 10,000 knives almost covered the entire battle stage. Who would be able to avoid them? Besides, Luca was only a Martial Saint; the knives would pierce him in the blink of an eye. At that moment, everyone’s eyes were on Darryl. They stared coldly at him, showing no mercy. Luca was only a Martial Saint. He was still boasting even at the grand finals; he deserved no mercy! “Luca, you can do it!” Suddenly, someone cheered. There was a sense in the voice coming from the observation stage.

Lucien stood firm, his sword raised, and his eyes blazing with determination. Lucien: "Your treachery ends here, Pierce. Your actions have consequences, and you will pay for your betrayal." With a swift swing of his sword, Lucien engaged Pierce in a fierce duel. Sparks flew as their blades clashed, and Lucien fought with all his skill and strength. Khal joined the battle, using his vampire powers to weaken Pierce and support Lucien. Khal: "This is the end for you, Pierce. Your ambitions have led you astray, and you have lost." Pierce's eyes widened in defeat, realizing that his plans had crumbled around him. He looked up at Khal with a mix of shock and resignation.

Tears filled his eyes at the sound of Jasper in pain. “if he’d survive today, he will make them all pay, every single one of them”. For everything, for his people, his family, his heritage. For he is Lucien Perez Michelo da Vinci and he will revenge!!”

The fight was a tragedy. Julian was a god of war, and Dante was just a man. Julian moved with the speed of a lightning strike, his glaive carving through the air with a high-frequency scream. Dante blocked, parried, and dodged with a skill that was purely human, purely "Lagos-grit." He was being dismantled. Julian’s glaive sliced through Dante’s shoulder. Then his leg. Dante didn't stop. He kept swinging the pike, his breath coming in ragged, bloody gasps.

I didn't know what I was expecting but when Dominic opened the laptop and showed me a mug shot, my eyes widened. He looked to be in his late twenties, sporting a dark buzz cut and a neatly trimmed beard. He had a black eyebrow piercing and I could see the tattoos sneaking up his neck stopping just below his jawline. Lucas was smirking with his head tilted up slightly, almost mockingly and that alone told me the man feared no one. "Holy shit, he's fine." I blurted without thinking. The laptop was slammed closed and I jumped. Yurik let out a loud laugh and shook his head.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”