Kyron Horman Found 2021 Mga Nobela at Kwento

She is a slave, she’s weak, I can’t take her I need a strong mate. “ you’re my mate” her small sweet voice sounded like music to my ears, at that moment it took everything in me to stop myself from taking her in my hands, Leon wanted to hold her but no I can’t do this. I stepped back a bit and before I could stop myself I said. “ I, Ivan Parker, Alpha of the crescent moon pack, reject you as my mate and Luna”

One of the pack members yelled from the crowd. “Then we prove them wrong. With Luna as our alpha, we will not only have a strong, capable leader but someone who makes us untouchable. She is who Brax chose to lead us.” Nick looked over at me and gave me a warm smile. “I bow to Alpha Luna,” he declared, taking a knee.

I lowered my head, but Kyron didn’t slow or acknowledge anything. He marched up the stairs like he was trying to outrun the fury burning in him. At the top of the landing, he finally stopped. He didn’t turn. He didn’t look back. He simply said, voice clipped and hauntingly calm: “Prepare yourself, Tyla.” My throat tightened. “For what?” I whispered. Kyron’s jaw flexed. “Your Luna ceremony is set for the next full moon.” He walked away. No explanation, no comfort and definitely no warning.

Roshan's POV; I successfully took over the throne from Luna Morgana and her fraud of a son, Damien was buried a dat after and Luna Morgana was nowhere to be found after that day, I sent my warriors to go look for her as we still had unfinished business but still they couldn't get a clue as to where she ran to.

His haughty eyes darting from one person to another. Drigo was the first to rise to his feet. He was wearing a plain white robe belted at the stomach. "Kyron has succeeded in overthrowing Nehoviah…just like I had predicted." Drigo began, then paused. His eyes flashed at Josiah, but he quickly withdrew it and then continued. "Kyron is coming for us next, although it is still uncertain." He added before taking his seat. Priest Tailbon tapped his finger on the long oak table before steadily rising to his feet.

“We’ve got you. Always. This move is a big step, but it’s the right one. You deserve to rebuild without the weight of everything that happened in New York.” I nodded, but my mind drifted. Even here, in this new city with new possibilities stretching out in front of me, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. After dinner, while Liam and Jenna were arguing over which streaming service to watch, I slipped into the bedroom under the excuse of unpacking a box. I opened my laptop and did what I had promised myself I wouldn’t do every day. I searched for Ronan’s name. A recent update from the Defenders’ official account appeared. He had completed another light standing session.

His body had used everything all at once. A few minutes later, Creed again picked himself from the ground. His stamina and Chakra reserves were still drained out. His eyes were sullen from it and his stomach was growling too. Putting aside his hunger and exhaustion, Creed summoned the holographic console in front of him again. Some notifications were visible on the screen. [Congratulations!! Mr. Creed Gryffon. You have successfully broken the highest record made by contender Varun Bakshi of the Phoenix Clan.] “Who is this Varun Bakshi?” Creed pondered on the notification, “Wait!! He is from the Phoenix Clan!!”

So Sienna's ability to absorb some of the feelings of the person she channels the power from, will be better contained if we keep working like this. Alpha Crimson is still shocked and impressed with what he witnessed, his pride has finally lowered and he thanked us for risking our lives to protect him. I am glad he is now more aware of what Sienna is; watching it with his own eyes makes a difference. If we confirm these hunters came here sent by Gregory, that means he knew about Crimson Mist and that is bad news; it means he still has connections and he is still getting his information from someone or something. It angers me to know that.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

"The one-week deadline... the traveling arrangements for Monday... you planned this before she even turned twenty-one." "I told you my decision was already made, Dad," I replied, my voice flat, cold, and entirely devoid of warmth. I didn't back down an inch, my broad shoulders squaring beneath my charcoal formal jacket. "The regional alliance you built on Susan’s lies is over. On Sunday morning, the Crescent Warriors belong to a new lineage. And Elara is my Luna."