Novel & Cerita Lit-RPG

Lucy said. “ Hmm... Mommy lied to you then. Alright now, playtime is over ” Lilith said and began move her hands in the air for Lucy to fly up in the air she used her power to drag her to where she stood and Luther seeing his sister screaming became angry and his eyes became darker. “ Leave my sister alone ” He said. “ What will you do ” Lilith said mockingly. “ This ” Luther said and he threw the bottle he was holding at Lilith. He didn't know what was inside but he knew that it was something dangerous.

He lunged toward her fast and lethal. Their claws collided. A sharp pulse of dark magic split the air. Lyla’s breath hitched. The rival’s claws slid toward her chest fast. Lyla’s body twisted beneath the strike. Her claws sank into his side. The rival’s breath sharpened. His amber gaze burned beneath the thin stretch of light. "You’re strong," the rival said softly. Lyla’s silver gaze burned. "You have no idea." The rival’s claws flashed toward her throat. Lyla’s body twisted beneath the strike. Her claws tore through his ribs.

The sleeves, long and flowing, added a touch of drama, while the slit up the side revealed a glimpse of powerful, shapely legs. As Lilith prostrated before Ragnar, her red lipstick–doused lips, "My lord Ragnar," Lilith's voice, a sultry and melodic resonance. "I am Lilith Carenia of the Obsidian Moon Pack, honored to stand before you as a potential carrier of your child to secure the future of your great kingdom." A satisfied smirk spread on Ragnar’s lips

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.

The memories I had deliberately buried came crashing back like a tidal wave. My face drained of all color in an instant. In my previous life, I had lived in despair under the control of this demon. Luca loved the sight of women’s blood and the sound of their painful moans. He delighted in absolute submission. Even a wife was nothing more than a toy to him. On our wedding night in my previous life, he beat me until my body was covered in wounds. When I finally managed to escape back home, I had cried and begged my father for help.

I felt sick to my stomach, a cramp seizing me. But none of that mattered anymore. I took out my silver staff, and strode resolutely towards the Elder's Council Hall. It was time to put an end to all of this. "Luna-to-be?" one elder asked, confused. "I am not your Luna," my voice was calm and clear. "I never was." The elders looked at each other. I walked to the center of the council table. "I, Lyra, Princess of the Moonshadow Realm, hereby renounce my fated mate bond with Kaelen Blackclaw."

Now that the battles were out in the open, nothing held him back anymore. In his thrilling frenzy, Vayu missed some Chimeras that sneakily slipped past him to charge on the Librarium. Lars turned to Rachelia expecting something from her, but instead she just smiled a bit too devilish. Rachelia raised her scythe and it shined bright crimson that hurt Lars' eyes so much he couldn't shake it off even by closing his eyes.

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

I thought his place was to turn it off totally, and keep us in the dark, but my Alpha Lord switched the light from the sparkling white blaze into a red alluring glow. That left me amused. I didn't even know that our room had such a luminous color. In fact, it surprised me deeply. The beautiful thing about the red light was the fact that the color matched with my Alpha's wolf gaze. They were shimmering under this seductive light. So breathtaking and sexy. Goodness, I can't hold on any longer. I was waiting for him to get back into bed with me, but Diego grabbed a chair from the side and placed it right in front of the bed, silently.

I explained. If Della and I were to be mates and there were already issues with dreams so vivid and desperate, I'd be lying if I didn't feel the fear creeping into my throat. "I've heard of mates having synchronised dreams. It just doesn't happen often," Lilith said as she turned the page of a book she was reading.