SURVIVING THE DEMON GAMES WITH THE LYCAN KING
Indeed Melissa's stature was a sculpture like no other for her, her eyes showed arrogant — the strong will of a survival, but yet there was a teardrop beneath her left eye — tears from fear, or maybe lost.
She was a specimen with a soul of a fighter but the heart of a love.
Medusa let out a long sigh, dusted off her hands and turned to leave, only to be greeted with an uncanny site.
A large bat collided with her forehead.
Medusa didn't see that coming, she didn't even have time to react.
She slumped to the floor, the bat came crashing down over and over again until her face was a blood.
The hissing of snakes enveloped the room with unease but still the attacker was unhitched, she continued w