Kharn The Betrayer Art Novels & Stories

He keeps bringing up stupid stories and even creating ideas in his head, talking about how she's going to betray us with this revenge plan. I have done everything I can to explain to him that she's not that kind of person, but it seems like his mind is already made up, and he's sure of the person she is in his head. Drevan is one of the sweetest people that I have come across, which is why I find it hard to believe that he doesn't like Kayla. Seeing him dislike Kayla was something I didn't know I would have an issue with, but I found myself getting there.

He clutches his sternum, gasping as a vision seizes him. Xavier (hoarse): “W-what… what is this?” His eyes glaze over as the world around him dissolves into something other. He’s suddenly standing in a dark chasm beneath the stone. Lava seeps through the cracks. Chains rattle in the gloom. A wolf—massive, eyes molten gold, and fur flickering like a dying sun—snarls within a pit ringed by ancient symbols. Flame Wolf (a voice like smoke and sorrow):

I found his back to me. Khai wasn’t created like the rest of us were created, he was made. A work of magnificence. The grooves of his muscular back dipped and rose at the right places. He had the kind of body men aspired to have. Tall, fit and bulky with a nice face to match. Tight ass. He was starting to get on my nerves. Black figures and ornaments covered his back in beautiful line work. A large black wolf among his pack bowed to the larger wolf, its eyes the colour of his skin.

“You will die here, your blood will be mine.” Thane struggled, his free hand grabbing weakly at Xandros’s arm. He felt the claws dig deeper, the pain blinding. Just as Xandros prepared to strike the final blow, a shadow moved in the corner of Thane’s vision. Kane appeared, his spear raised high. Without hesitation, he drove it into Xandros’s side with all his strength. The creature roared, stumbling back as the weapon pierced him. Kane grabbed Thane by the arm, pulling him away.

“Would you look at that, are you so disgusted by you actions that you pour out the contents of your stomach? Look around you Kharyskhaan, you did this, you were the one who tore this poor creatures to pieces with your hand. Not only did you do that Kharyskhaan, you also ate their he…” “Stop saying such things this instant! And how do you know my name?! It was never spoken” Khary exclaimed with red eyes while growling at the unknown figure that just wouldn’t show itself He quivered in shame as the statements hit him heavily, surrounding him were the remains of the men who had attacked them, their body was ripped apart and their innards could be seen scattered around and in their chest was a v

I pushed his hand aside and walked out without another word. He no longer had the right to know anything about me. This time, Jett was much smarter. His examination room had no glass or fragile objects, and he had even thoughtfully prepared a block of steel for me. I watched as the rectangular steel block in my hands slowly morphed into a smooth, perfect sphere. A deep sense of satisfaction settled over me. The real Horace Elena had returned. The blood of a werewolf surged through my veins. The power I had lost for so long was finally coming back.

He wasn't so cold to her, but all of a sudden, he turned into a devil. Lucas Garrison has always been a handsome young man with chiseled features and piercing eyes, his demeanor is cold and calculating. As an orphan, he has learned to rely only on himself. His sharp jawline and chiseled lips give him a strong, confident presence. And he would do anything to get what he wants. Olivia Smith, on the other hand, is a beautiful young woman with striking features and a warm smile, who was always optimistic and friendly. Her parents treated her like a princess.

I had positioned the drone to hover right outside their window, ensuring every move they made was under my watchful eye. Just as the two of them were lounging on the bed, each absorbed in their phones, and as I felt a wave of drowsiness coming over me, the door to their room burst open. In stormed a towering man in a black, skin-tight outfit, followed by two henchmen with aggressive postures. On my monitor, I could see Lindsey, still undressed, scrambling to cover herself with the bedsheet. Her eyes were wide with shock. The big man scanned the scene, then walked over to Kenny, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him up with one hand. His other hand formed a fist and punched him in the fac

It was so disgusting watching her drool over him even in this different world. All of a sudden I saw Gregor standing besides Alaric. “Who’s that guy standing beside Damon,” I asked as I took a bite out of Nadia’s popcorn. “Oh that’s Diego Lockwood, son of the Alpha and stepbrother to Damon.” I stood there in shock as I saw fate had brought a way for me to get my revenge right to my feet and I could smell a devious plan cooking up.

And then, just as soon as it started, the battle between the light versus the dark in the circular chamber ends. The shield disappears, and I leap into the room. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Callista stands in front of the devil, panting direly and glowing like a supernova. Her eyes don’t waver from the man at her feet, instead, they stare at him in disbelief. I trot closer to her and notice Xaveraq. My jaw drops. He looks exactly like the corpses we found in the Galdine pack. His normally pale skin is greyish, pasted on his bones, and his musculature is non-existent. His limbs are sprawled in odd angles.