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The escape team prepared themselves, trying to see what the possible weapon the queen should use. The queen chuckled. “Let me show you how a ruler fight.” The queen’s body melted, covering herself in a yellow liquid. The liquid began to form into something big, covering the queen’s body. The liquid began to harden, revealing something that will soon make the escape team suffer in despair. A full-plated-body-armor covered the queen, with an enormous lance in her right hand that will pierce anything that comes to sight. A swarming bee came from the hive’s different entrances trying to reinforce the queen as they witnessed their comrades’ bodies lie coldly into the throne’s floor, but the queen

They watched as she slumped down and the flames flared out of control. “I got the fire you grab the weres and get out of here,” Crystal ordered. Rook nodded, “If you aren’t behind me, I’m coming back for you.” He watched as she raised her arms and began to glow, her eyes had shifted to dragon eyes and the flames rushed towards her. Engulfing her in a ball of flames.

Jacqueline, as well, noticed it and we both came to an abrupt stop. We weren't alone in the bush, but good enough we hadn't gone very far from where the rest of the pack were. All we needed to do now was know who the third party in the bushes was. An enemy of a friend. Probably the former. Following her sense of hearing, Jacqueline quickly picked out that we were outnumbered. She made a sign to me by spreading her five fingers twice. It seemed we were going to make a run for it. From my own observation, it seemed we were up against another group of werewolves.

“Current’s worse than it looks. Also, Karina says, “ wringing water from his sleeve, “don’t screw this up.” I roll my eyes. “Right, is that the message?” “No,” He takes a deep breath. “This is: The Lake to the south is under attack. Take half the army to the north barricks and half to the southern strong point. Queen LippenVolt sends her regauards for the valant.” My brow lifts. “Are we roleplaying?” I say, already tucking my shirt into my belt. “Why is so long? Who is Queen LippenVolt?”

Either it was a gift from the Moon or her disconnection from the Goddess, but it was slowly allowing her to heal. It didn’t take them long to walk back to the house, the territory wasn’t as large as the one Moon Fang had occupied since the war, and therefore took little time to travel across. They broke through the trees to see Georgia on the other side of the clearing, looking out into the forest. As she turned towards them, Adelaide felt the pull. Like a bandage or a zap of electricity it tingled up her spine and registered in her mind. Her eyes darted around the clearing as she pulled Grace close to her and held her within her grasp firmly.

In his rush of adrenaline, he had completely forgotten that there were still males around the castle, now, about twenty guards surrounded him with their eyes fixed solely on Daphne. “Move”, he growled with so much authority, it shook the atmosphere but none of them did as they were told. It was simply the power of the Heat of The Luna Queen. It gave all men immunity to orders, even those straight from the alpha king himself. The luna queen was said to have the strongest and most capturing scent out of all the female lycans, this made all the want her and their eyes were fixed on the prize. “Move”, he repeated, just to receive the same reply.

love itself. In the wake of the "Total-Union," a strange and "Holy-Quiet" descended upon the "Multiverse." The "Gears" no longer needed "Grease," and the "Boilers" no longer needed "Shoveling." The "Work" was "Done." This led to the Retirement of the Tools. This was not a "Funeral," but a "Consecration." The Union realized that the "Tools" were the "Ancestors." The "Wrench," the "Hammer," and the "Piston" were the "Steps" that had allowed them to climb to "Godhood."

His golden eyes flickered as he tried to break the restraints. Gregor swore under his breath. “Black Fang has them.” Barbie fluttered closer. “Wait, what’s that symbol on the wall?” We leaned in. There — burned into the stone behind Leon — was the Queen’s sigil, merged with the ASA insignia. Gregor muttered, voice low and deadly. “She’s feeding them. Trading her soldiers for their tech.” I felt sick. “They’re making weapons out of us.”

"What?!" The scream tore through the halls like a wounded animal, raw and ragged. "WHAT?!" A second shriek, louder this time, a mother’s fury, a mate’s betrayal, before the door exploded inward with a force that shattered the window panes. Georgia stood there, chest heaving, her golden eyes burning with a fire that could melt steel. Her claws were out, her fangs bared, every inch of her a Lycan queen ready to rip the world apart.