Jormungand Jonah Mga Nobela at Kwento

I swallowed hard, looking around for something that would help me out, but all I could see were tall trees. “Yore and Lola….” Someone whistled, and those two ran to that person. My eyes went around when I sighted them jump at Luther, throwing themselves in his arms like babies. “Goddammit!” Luther laughed when he collapsed onto the ground flat on his back due to their enormous weight. I gazed at another Jaguar that was smaller than the first one. Those two licked Luther’s face and purred. “You two are not babies anymore!” Luther rubbed the back of their neck and those snuggled in his arms, scratching his bare chest.

“Why should you be any different?” Elior clenched his fists. “Because I don’t seek to rule. I seek to restore.” The First King studied him for a long moment before nodding. “Then prove it.” The space around them shattered. Elior found himself standing atop a vast, windswept plain. Above, the sky was torn between night and day, the sun and moon locked in an eternal struggle. Ahead of him, a figure waited. Erythos. He was not the monstrous entity Elior had fought before. He stood tall, his form human once more, clad in the regal armor of a forgotten age. His golden eyes burned with an intensity that spoke of gods and legends.

ROAAAAARRRRRR Suddenly, from outside, the white dragon inside the origin energy roared, causing a huge shockwave to occur throughout the northern continent. All creatures on the northern continent could feel the shockwave, and even the ancestors of the Snow Sect were awakened from their meditation by the roar and shockwave caused by the white dragon. The black turtle tribe chief became very anxious when he saw the original energy begin to disappear from its place, and not only that, but the recent events caused the sea below to become dark. Even the black turtle tribe chief was afraid to approach, so he immediately left the ocean with orders sent to his entire tribe to move from that place.

"Dressed like this for me. Begging for it. She was. And she hated it. Her knees felt weak. Then his hand slid to the back of her neck, warm and firm, and he tilting her head towards his belt. His other hand moved toward his zipper, slow, taunting. “On your knees,” he ordered. For one terrifying second, she almost did it. Her body wanted to obey. The mate bond was a chain, and he was pulling it tight. And then reality slammed back into her. This was Jon. Sullivan’s son. The enemy. The man whose side was killing her friends, whose father wanted Noah and Emma dead.

With a noticeably lighter step, the old man approached his grandson, who was playing in the water. "Baby, are you sure you want to participate in Madam Sarena's ritual?" Xander asked after his father left. "Yes, I'm sure," Jonas said. "After Jordan accidentally demonstrated his ability, which he didn't realize, it seemed to trigger another one. Earlier in the pool, he suddenly dived for so long, looking for a child's necklace that had fallen to the bottom, that I was worried sick. It was almost 16 minutes, honey, he was underwater!"