Lana And Rusev Mga Nobela at Kwento

Years ago, a seer had told him a Luna would rise from his household—and that prophecy had made his confidence untouchable. The castle’s center suddenly brightened. I looked up just in time to see the full moon reveal itself overhead. I turned away, refusing to hope. I’d never expected to have a mate—if I ever bonded to anyone, I was sure he’d reject me… or hate me until it killed me. Then a wave of joyful gasps swept through the arena. I looked back and saw Alpha Damon standing beneath a beam of moonlight, as if the moon itself had chosen him. And then—light flared around me.

"You're scaring me. What aren't you saying?" I met her gaze, seeing my own terror reflected there. "Lena, I think..." My voice cracked, and I had to swallow hard before continuing. "I think Kael is going to invoke the Rite of Severance." The words, spoken aloud for the first time, seemed to suck all the air from my lungs. Lena's sharp intake of breath was like a knife to my heart. The Rite of Severance - an ancient and rarely used ritual to dissolve a mating bond. It was said to be excruciating, both physically and emotionally.

Carmen said happily. “Poor Carmen, who would tell her? He's basically burning his life essence to kill Lana.” I sighed. Was Lana really that strong? “Humph.” Lana snorted. Her face finally turned serious. The clash happened again, this time, two claws collided and sparks flew everywhere. The two wolves were sent back the exact same distance. No winner, no loser. Their strengths were equal. The smug smile on Lana's face finally vanished. A contorted expression on her face. “Why did you do this? We could have ruled the world together.”

Jericho said as I walk beside him making Lana turn and look at us. “Be careful what you wish for,” I said to Jericho chuckling. As Lana reached the makeshift arena she turned and look toward us. “What’s your name,” she asks the guy that had been disrespecting her earlier. “Jason,” he replied. “I’m sorry Jason, I think we need to reschedule our match,” Lana said apologizing to the prick “Why is that Luna?” He asked in confusion. “Because there is someone I want to fight against with,” Lana said with a mischievous smile.

I am smarter. I clicked on the 'receive' icon and a blonde man appeared on the screen. "Oh, I am sorry. You are not Beta Marcus." He said. I rested on the couch with my laptop on my desk. "Of course. That's because I am the Luna and I am the real dealer and not Marcus. Marcus was just a substitute then." I made him understand. "Oh, you are the Luna. I am sorry your highness." He apologized. "It's fine. I assume you didn't know."

“Zoom in, Broc.” The mirror focused. Lana was smiling now, lips trembling, face pale—but too pale. The glow in her eyes was no longer subtle. And when Fidel embraced her gently, his hand brushed the bandage on her arm and— It stopped throbbing. Temporarily. As if his touch fed it. “Okay that’s a big ol’ NOPE from me,” said Broccolini. “Same,” Carrotini said. “That arm has its own mortgage and personality.” Anton squinted harder. “You know what I don’t get? Why bring Lana here at all? Why pretend to be helpless and wounded when you’re clearly hiding a cosmic tapeworm in your shoulder?”

Again and again, opponents bit the dust. "Lana and Natalia. In." Jaydon shouted from his vantage point. It took all I had within me not to laugh at this turn of events as I strode into the ring. Immediately Lana charged, hoping to catch me unaware. I rolled neatly out of her way, forcing her to skid to stop herself from running out of the arena. Rookie mistake. She turns and charges me again… clearly her only move. I side step her, grabbing onto her arm and yanking it down, throwing her body into a less than graceful summersault. She lands hard, knocking the wind out of her before she slowly gets up and charges at me again. I bend down low and throw her over my body and out of the ring w

Blood sputtered from his nose onto the debris beneath. Finish your enemy off completely. I suddenly remembered his Uncle Gordon’s voice echoing in his subconscious. Grunting, I raised his my to land another blow on the wolf’s head. Finish him off completely. “Finish him off, Leighton,” the Alpha’s voice interrupted, replacing Uncle Gordon's. Raising my hand to look at the alpha, I brought it down with even more force than I had the first time, only this time, it struck the ground merely inches from Troy’s face.

Lana and Raihan laid on the carpeted floor with a white bed sheet over their bodies. Both of them stared at the ceiling without making eye contact. “That was—amazing.” Svetlana glanced at him only to see Raihan’s torso naked. The sweat beads over his forehead made him appear more handsome. Reflexively she extended her hand to touch his face when Raihan shifted his gaze. Holding her wrist while looking at him, Lana was caught off the guard.

Leesa joined him a moment later. Lamashtu laughed and waved her hand once more. A second blast of air knocked Leesa and Rave aside again. This time, an unseen force kept them pinned to the ground. They struggled to regain their feet, but to no avail. Rave began to crawl slowly toward Ralin on his stomach, using all his volkaane strength to fight against the invisible bond pushing down upon him. Lamashtu seemed to enjoy his struggle. Ralin’s anger flared, ignited by what was happening to his mother and father. His hands began to glow green as he summoned his magic. Before he could raise his arms to threaten Lamashtu, Leesa screamed to him from where she remained pinned to the ground.