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Craig yells at Ryker. “She's my property, and I'm allowed to do whatever I want with my property, on my property.” Craig says, spitting blood on the floor. Ryker’s blood begins to boil. His normally bright green eyes are now nearly crimson black. I’m familiar with this look from when I was a kid. Anyone that would bully me, would have my brother seeing red. That is exactly what is happening right now. The only thing Ryker can see is a predator that is attacking his baby sister. If looks could kill, Craig would be ten feet under by now.

"I really don't want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don't think I can just stand and do nothing. Don't blame me for being harsh." "Blame you? Of course, I won't. In fact, I want you to show me all you've got. How dare you harm my family and speak ill of my child! You are a despicable monster!" I launched another attack and followed it with two large fire balls but he was too fast he was able to dodged it. "Now my turn," he muttered before he lashed his sword on air, creating two blows that formed two heads of black tigers made of dark smoke flying towards me.

The knife flashes across my face, he grabs a chunk of my hair, baring my neck. “Let me go!” I scream with tears raining from my eyes.

Over and over, like we’re both testing to see who’ll give up first. Every time I walk into his room and see those curtains closed again, every time I look at him sitting there in that wheelchair refusing to even look at me, I’m reminded why I’m here. Not just for my mom’s surgery. Not just for the money. But because my brother put him in that chair. Because Lily Petrova was fourteen years old and she died screaming in a car her brother was driving, and Kai’s legs were crushed and his entire life was destroyed and it’s my fault.

He descended upon the Blood-born like a falling mountain. His massive, calloused hands slammed into the creature's neck. With a strength born of pure, desperate madness, Riheirk tore the massive Blood-born away from Solar, lifting the two-hundred-pound monster entirely into the air before slamming it violently into the granite rock face. The rock shattered. The Blood-born let out a horrific screech, but Riheirk was already past the point of reason. His deep blue eyes had bled into a terrifying, consuming obsidian, his vampire fangs fully extended, gleaming with a deadly, predatory light. He pinned the creature down, his large hands ripping into its throat, tearing flesh from bone with his ba

Blood had been spilled between them before, over points, over status, over the best women in the pens. The other studs watched silently while others looked almost excited at the possibility of a real fight. Rage’s hand shot out suddenly. His thick fingers wrapped around my wrist in an iron grip before I could pull away. “She’s not tagged as exclusive yet,” Rage snarled yanking me forward“I’m taking what I earned.” I tried to twist free, yanking hard, but his grip was like a vice. “Let go, you bastard!” Reaper’s eyes flashed with cold, murderous anger. He moved like lightning. His massive hand shot out and grabbed Rage by the throat.

Rage had taken over, and I had no plans to stop. I barely felt the ground beneath me as I sprinted toward the rogue who’d kicked the child. He never even saw me coming. My claws tore through his back before he could react, a satisfying crunch of bone under my hands. He crumpled to the floor, and the child scrambled away, eyes wide with terror. The scent of blood filled my nostrils, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

Razor growled one of the most ferocious sounds I'd ever heard him make before opening the link & alerting the pack. "Rogue army, scent is masked. Get to bunkers or help fight now!" He bellowed through the link, waking every member of the pack. "You link mate, now." He told me, before giving me partial control. No sooner than he spoke, one came at us from our left. We turned just in time to sink our teeth into it's throat & rip it out. Then another came from our right & got our back leg. We pivoted quickly, flinging it into a near by tree. We turned to finish it off when one came from who knows where & latched on to the back of our neck. We were having a little trouble shaking that one when R

They fight with vengeance, with hatred. Howls split into the air, the forest drowns out the whimpers. The ground swallows the blood that spills. Teeth tear into skin, claws rip apart flesh.Wolves zip past, paws pounding the sand. We hunt, chase, kill. It’s chaos, and it’s madness. From the corner of my eye, Macy shields a young Delta with her body, snarling, while Rio takes down two rogues at once. The chorus of our pack’s howls spurs me forward, refusing to let anyone fall. Then, I focus on the rogue I’m chasing.

This was a battle without any exotic armor, so it was not following the usual route of wearing down your opponent’s armor’s durability first. This battle was a battle of skill, a battle where the disparity between high-grade warriors was more exposed and defined. Any slight mistake could cost your life. The Bloody Fighter was not prepared to go down so easily, as he finally started executing his divine battle art, The Blood Rage. This divine battle art, as its name implied was derived from knowledge gotten after a lengthy examination of an exobeast’s rage awakening. It followed a precise set of principles, and it could significantly increase brute strength when executed.