Kresley Cole Immortals After Dark 18 Deutsch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Zaric whispered softly in Dabria's ear as he also engulfed Dabria in his arms. Eve walked closer towards Zeus and looked at the collar around Zeus' neck. "Death's choke. I can't believe it. Lucifer was right about the werewolf kingdom. They are worse than all the vampires." Eve growled angrily as she pulled her reaper's blade out of her cape. With one swing, Eve sliced the collar off of Zeus' neck. Zaric tightened his hold around Dabria's body and growled in pain as the silver needles were pulled out of his neck.

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

He gave a single nod. They moved together. Silver Chain in front, hands undoing my belt, tugging my jeans and briefs down in one smooth pull. My cock sprang free, thick, already leaking at the tip. The man behind me—Deep Voice—gripped my hips and ground against me while Silver Chain dropped to his knees. I caught our reflection in the mirror across the room: three masked figures, my body framed between them, cock bobbing in the red light. Silver Chain licked the head slowly, tasting me. I moaned, loud and unashamed, head falling back against Deep Voice’s shoulder.

This pact was based on the provision of an equal number of Zura from each nation, a balance that was crucial to maintaining harmony among the supernatural beings. The agreement, shrouded in secrecy, stipulated that each major supernatural nation—vampires, werewolves, fae, dwarves, and demons—would receive an equal number of Zura for the realm. This balance was intended to ensure that no one faction held an undue advantage in their influence over the realm's affairs. However, the rarity of the Zura, coupled with the inherent complexities of their identification and pairing, often led to tensions and negotiations among the leaders. Some sought to sway the balance in their favour, arguing that

That's all I could do. Caden chuckled, a low, humorless sound. He stopped a few feet from me, close enough that I could feel the cold power coming off him. "Oh, I think you do. Do you really want to play this game? Because I have a video. A very clear video, Maeve. Of 'Eve' dancing at the Eclipse Club." My stomach dropped to my feet. A video. Security footage. Of course. How else would he know? I felt sick.

The Were, Cole, turned and raised his claws to her, but froze before he brought it down. “Cole Thomas! Have you lost your damn mind?” Romeá screamed. She looked up at him with wide eyes, filled with sadness and confusion. He dropped his hand and took a step away from me. He blinked rapidly a few times while looking at Romeá. “Cole” she whispered softly and reached out for his hand. He pulled away and hardened his gaze once again. “Has this she-wolf told you who she is?” he asked her, his voice hard and angry. “She is from Luna Eclipse, they all are, and they’re here to offer their greetings to the Triple Goddess” Romeá answered.

"For now, you'll become human once the sun sets, and will return to being a shadow when the sun rises. And if the girl will not love you back, your life is mine. You will fade into the light." Aestraeus saw perspiration glide down his smooth forehead and the bobbing of his Adam's apple. Cole is contemplating. "What do you think of the deal, Cole?" He looked at him directly and without delay, said yes. "Remember, only when the sun sets you are a human. And when the sun rises, you will go back to being her shadow." Cole nodded. *** "How dare you!" a stinging slap landed on Kara's face. The slap almost pushed her on her knees.

Friday July 20th, 2018; 9pm (Cole’s POV) I wake suddenly with a gasp, nearly falling from my seat as the smooth black top road turns into the crunchy vibrations of a graveled roadway. I blink several times, clearing my eyes enough to see the sign, ‘Welcome to White Ridge, A Gated Community’. “Wait,” I suddenly gasp in a panic. “We’re supposed to be going to the Black Moon pack.” “Easy there, Cole. Everything is okay.” Jamie’s voice is calm but assertive as he tries to break through my increasing panic.

"Son, listen to what Aurora has to say and believe that she had no other choice, just listen and you will know who wants to end you, besides being a Salvatore, he is also a caolin. Delmom, crying without understanding anything, was about to lose his father and when he saw him leave, he felt for the first time the fury of an evil werewolf and promised his father that he would kill the one responsible for the misfortune in his life. Solomon was glorifying in Felix's death and celebrating his reign, especially because he would be the owner of everything, including Aurora, as soon as he removed his son Delmom from the scene and everyone would surrender at his feet. "I need to get out of here and

He slammed Lance into the earth, cracking the ground like glass. Cole raised both hands, gathering a swirling sphere of concentrated darkness. It pulsed with energy that twisted reality around it. The cursed hunters sensed the danger and backed away, whimpering like beaten dogs. Lance growled, gripping Cristof’s wrist. “You’re pathetic. Both of you. I am the firstborn of—” Cristof kneed him in the gut, stealing his words. “You’re just a curse that shouldn’t exist.” Cole unleashed the attack. The ball of darkness exploded forward. Lance roared as it devoured his skin like acid, eating away muscle and leaving charred wounds that refused to heal.