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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.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

It is inevitable. Willow called Azrian, her team leader on the way to the city. She related what the mage said about the she-wolf and a spell. Azrian is shocked and thanks to her for the information. She said it is the proof she needed to help the werewolf king. Lothaire and Willow set into the routine as king and queen as if they were born for it. There were minor hiccups in the kingdom but nothing that can't be ironed out with a little bit of intimidation.

She didn't want to be exposed like this, not in front of someone that despised her. "My Mate, and your Queen." He snarled at her. An aura of power radiated off of him, his essence making Chelsea tremble before him. Was this the power of the Werewolf King? "Get out." He growled down at her. She fumbled to regain her composure as she fled with her tail between her legs, slamming the door behind her.

“He already took my life once. But that still wasn’t enough. He wants me completely gone. But I’m not giving up that easily. I’ll take back what’s mine, what my father worked hard for..” “Wait, wait…” I raised a hand to stop him. “Throne? You’re a king? King of what? Are you drunk or just insane?” This was too much. I can't deal with crazy things right now. He stood up slowly. And then his next move nearly made me drop the vase I was holding. Right before my eyes, his body shifted, his muscles stretching, bones cracking, his form twisting until thick fur covered his skin. A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest.

Kandrix roared, his voice echoing like thunder as he faced the Vampire King across the blood-soaked field. Ricardo met his glare, his arm instinctively tightening around Freya’s waist. His voice was cold as steel. “You forfeited the right to command her life the day you let her walk away.” Jasper’s claws flexed, his anger spilling over. “You’ve bewitched her, turned her against her own people—” “She was never yours to begin with,” Ricardo spat, his fangs glinting. “And she is not your possession now.” The armies clashed harder at their kings’ fury, screams and roars echoing into the storm-dark sky. But the triplets could not shake the guilt clawing at their hearts. Every time they caught Fre

A murmur rippled through the ranks, a mix of agreement and fear. “Tonight, he has declared war,” Dante continued. “And tomorrow, I will show him what war truly means. I will burn his strongholds. I will hang his captains by their tongues from the walls of their own castles. I will make his name a curse whispered by mothers to frighten their children. And when I find him, when his coward’s heart beats its last, I will carve it from his chest and show it to the world.” The soldiers, exhausted and broken, still found their voices rising in a roar at their king’s words. The Wrath of the King was not just vengeance—it was fuel, igniting the embers of their resolve.

Sin jerks to his feet, throwing the shirtless man an intimidating look. But Wrath is named Wrath for a reason, because he steps forward, oozing with annoyance and anger. “That is the damned truth! You are not just mere sin.” He chuckles, humorlessly. “You are fucking evil. That is what you are. And do not think you are better than any of us. Abandoning us will never make you feel better about yourself; you are still..." Wrath trails for dramatic effect. "Evil." Abandonment?

Still, he began not to have much energy or his body manufacture enough siman for what they wanted. When the image of Aethelwulf and Vlad's hands joined appeared, he did not understand or recognize what was happening. "Yes, look, everyone, the king of the werewolves and the king of the vampires shake hands, finally ending this hateful war. In their hands now lies the path to peace. In their hands is the freedom of all hybrids. Long live King Aethelwulf King and Vlad Blood. Long live princes Julius King and Romeo Blood. Long live the newest heir, Richard Blood-King. Glory to the Moon Goddess, the three gods, and the Goddess Gaia and her consort.”