Las Vegas Discord Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat and muttered, “I want to know everything about Liam.” “Did you say something?” Sam questioned, ‘She probably didn’t hear me clearly; it was pretty embarrassing.’ I stood up, walked to the window and turned my back on them. “This man, Liam Styles…” “Liam Styles?” Sam blurted and jumped on the bed all excited. “Did you also hear about him? He is the popular topic in our girls’ Discord group,” she screamed loudly. How did Liam’s name make it to a Discord group made up of crazy fans who spend their time searching about male idols?

In recent years, with LPL Region claiming the champion title two times in a row, League of Legends became very popular. There was also a huge audience for the celebrity talent competition. Apart from fans within the Esports community, fans from the entertainment industry also paid attention to it. Hence, Noah couldn’t afford to weigh the team down. “There might be changes in the guest list… Someone couldn’t make it on your team. As for who will replace him, I’m currently not sure yet…” Georgie added. “Understood…” Noah said. “The event starts at two o’clock in the afternoon… So remember not to be late. I’ll get someone to send you the outfit for the event…” Georgie patiently added.

CHAPTER 183 AUTHOR'S POV: 30 minutes earlier... Thirty minutes earlier, Discord had just shot a gun at Leo but he successfully dodged. This had angered Leo so much because he had not intended to harm Discord. He had planned to stay through to the word of his bargain. If Discord made them release his friends he would hand over the flash drive as well as clean up the mess created by the media. Leo frowned hard. He hated the fact that Discord had taken him for a fool just now this made him remember what he had done to Ava. Discord had shot Ava with the gun containing wolfsbane poison and now, he was doing this. Everything just kept aggravating the situation.

If this continued, this year’s Disciple Competition would come to an end! Leon could not stop laughing. He was very happy. The Southern supernatural disciple world had never been as proud as they were today! “Villa Master Turner, thanks for everything.” Leon stood up and said to Ernest at this moment. Ernest angrily walked away from the high stands and went to the lounge. The competition was in time out once again! In the lounge, Ernest threw a fit and smashed everything. He roared, “Damn it! We lost four matches! Leon Jefferson is laughing at us!”

Settled in the middle of the fucking desert is a massive gated community - The Vega Pack’s estate. “Welcome to Las Vegas, Konstantin,” Andreas says with a smile after removing the handcuffs. He doesn’t even flinch when he touches the silver, but I can hear and smell his skin burn. Fuck, what are these Lycans made of? We hear a scuffle behind us, and I see Dimitri on the ground with another Vega warrior. I roll my eyes. “Calm the fuck down; we’re okay,” I say as I walk over to him and give him my hand, and he grabs my forearm to heave himself up.

Not publicly, and not this close to an election year. It was almost guaranteed that Vladimir would use this meeting as an opportunity to strike. One wrong move and we’d plaster his face across every media outlet. Las Vegas was one of those areas the humans refused to allow werewolves to infiltrate. Not that many of us were interested in trying. Concrete jungles paled in comparison to the freedom of the real thing. Vegas was officially declared neutral ground thirteen years into Luna Lilac’s rule.

"From this sunrise forward, you have the Vaughn Great-Pack. You will never want for a single credit again." "I can't live off your kills forever, Ryder. I learned to be independent in the Steele pack a long time ago," I said. I didn't dwell on his promise as we climbed into a car bound for the venue. Ryder shifted his weight and pulled out his device, typing rapidly into the family group chat. Update: Landon, Sierra is entering the Fleur Rite. She's registering at the Vaughn hall right now. Landon’s reply was instantaneous. Ask Sierra if she wants the victory handed to her on a silver platter.

Becca's pov "wait! You mean to tell me that the guy who broke in here, tried to harm you, ran away, destroyed the locks and scared the shit out of us is Adams Ripley and you suspect he did all this because you declined his date proposal?" Luke said, his eyes burning with anger. "I don't know, OK? I don't know! What the hell do you want me to say? We've been arguing since and it's not getting anywhere, Luke. " I said, tired of his detective attitude. He'd asked more questions than I could answer.

Settled in the middle of the fucking desert is a massive gated community - The Vega Pack’s estate. “Welcome to Las Vegas, Konstantin,” Andreas says with a smile after removing the handcuffs. He doesn’t even flinch when he touches the silver, but I can hear and smell his skin burn. Fuck, what are these Lycans made of? We hear a scuffle behind us, and I see Dimitri on the ground with another Vega warrior. I roll my eyes. “Calm the fuck down; we’re okay,” I say as I walk over to him and give him my hand, and he grabs my forearm to heave himself up.

"Please don't mind this child, Luna. My son is just being naughty again. I'll discipline him well." Waving her hand in dismissal, the Luna asked. "The child is merely talking about what he has heard from the adults. Do speak about what is going on. If it involves the Goddess's wrath, it is no trivial matter anymore, Lana." The subtle command could also not be ignored by Lana. With a trembling voice, she hugged her son and said. "The pack members are talking about the missing Moon's Tears and the death of the former beta couple. They say that the Moon's Tears will not be found and will not continue to protect the Crescent Pack as long as the truth of that night will not come to light."