Novel & Cerita Kris Dreemurr

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

He had seen the room the day before when he was searching for Ariel. Damien was slowly going crazy. He kicked the air when he got to the room and quickly locked himself inside the room alone. He wanted to be alone, with nothing disturbing him or even distracting him. He finally realized how many mistakes he had made in his life. He had been doing everything in a wrong way and now, nothing feels right at all. He sat at a corner of the empty room and he sobbed softly. His life is really not good and now the only good thing in his life is nowhere to be found. He didn't want to think about her right now but he needed her more than anything at the moment.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

She stood in front of me even though I could tell she was terrified. "Look I have no idea what kind of psychopathic cult shit you got her in but she is staying with me," Kris said and a growl reverberated through Creed's chest. "Creed," I warned and he stopped immediately. "What are you doing?" He asked me. "There is a reason the majority of the world doesn't know about the existence of the supernaturals." "What the fuck it's like I just stepped into a roleplaying game." Kris was flabbergasted at the words coming put of Creed's mouth.

Just please kill me already, my poor heart can't take this anymore. I taste a metallic flavor pour out of my nostrils and mouth before everything went dark again. I felt myself collapse, but not even the impact against the steel floors could wake me. ******************************** Enters Kris, The Demon-Wolf King's Host, "KRIS! YOU GOT TO GET OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY BROTHER!" "DUDE, I'M FREAKING OUT!! PLEASE" "THE WITCH KRIS.... THE WITCH!" This friggin idiot! He calls himself a King?!

Then a smile creeps across his face, one of those devastating, dimpled smiles that could ruin a woman’s life. “You’re Charlotte. Pretty sure you knew that.” Smug bastard. “You know exactly what I mean, Damon,” I snap at him. The smile fades slowly and darkly. He leans back, arms folding over his broad chest like a wall. “You’re Druiss.” A shiver trickles down my spine. That name again. “Okay… and what’s a Druiss?” “A Druiss is a Dreil.” I groan. “And what’s a Dreil?”

------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered Description : Batch-43, Cadet of the Internatory Glitch Armed Services. A reckless 17 years old Glitch hunter who blatantly challenged and fought the envoy of the Alliance itself and stood his ground. The alliance considered him to be an esteemed donor of a premium Soul Armas. His most recognizable feat is the unrestrained slaughter of more than 5000 ghoul on the Pandemonium all by himself using unknown twin blade proficiency. Title : The Ghoul Reaper

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

"Moon Drip" Bearing the sacred light from the blue moon — of the Moon Drip, the Cohens gained the ability to use it to heal any illness, even serious wounds and lift curses. And as they promised, after they cultivated it, they did not become selfish and used their gift to help those in need. Since then, the Cohen clan has been recognized by many races and many praises and admire their generosity and amazing and unique abilities they have. And the Werewolves, who were the first children of the Moon Goddess, became the closest race to the Cohens.