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Frederick asked as he took a step closer to Aria, with his hands still inside his pocket. Was he stalking me ? How did he know I haven't eaten the whole day. He looked rather different after he had helped me heal Derek. His lips was blue in colour which was strange, and he wore studs on both his ears and on his left brow, his black hair which were always combed back fell all over his face which made his appearance look evil.

Arao stirred her slop with her spoon and opened her mouth to answer. “-Bloody old fool!” Kronos turned his head to see a well-toned and tall man with olive skin, shaved angular head, and an eye patch over his left eye. His right green eye was glaring at a frail elderly man who was crouched on the floor, trembling. He had a thick red beard tied into a knot. He wore a gray armored robe, gloves, and gray wool boots. By his scent of ash and salt, Kronos could tell he was from Ivaura Hydra Tribe. It looks like someone got on Kabil’s bad side again.

To her surprise, she saw the servants beside her laughing; it sounded like devils who were crazy with the cruelty they made. Adhara looked around to find who poured her cold water. It looked too familiar to her. She has a brown curly hair, thick eyelashes and dark brown eyes and she noticed it was Freya. “Freya?” “Surprise?” Freya laughed loud and stared Adhara from head to toe. “Why are you doing this?”

Perplexed by the lack of accompanying information, he scrutinized the image, sinking deeper into the armchair. As he studied the image, he couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance the young boy bore to the late Don The Viper Mandracchia himself. It wasn't surprising, given that Floridia shared many physical traits with her father. However, the little boy seemed almost like the reincarnation of The Viper, with his short, blondish-brown hair, deep green eyes, and a subtle crook in his nose, reminiscent of the Don's own when provoked or angered. The likeness to his grandfather was uncanny.

The man arrogantly crossed his legs. Leonard's face was both handsome and cold. His eyes were cruel, and his smile was icy on his thin lips. He grinned broadly, showing his teeth look white with sharp fangs and slightly sticking out between his lips. His irises were yellow like a cat's, and her black eyes stared at Astrid's body from head to toe. He played his fingers tapered with long, pointed nails that resembled claws on the backs of the arms of the king's throne chair. Purple-black energy rose from his body and felt oppressive.

Elizabeth implored, her Atlantic blue eyes full of passion and hopes. "Indeed, yes, he is," he replied, though it saddened him to announce that. "Ohh. I can't wait to see him. I've heard so much about him. He's a baron to the Fae and the King's most honoured warlord, so I heard Father?" The commander scowled as pangs of envy hit him. "You heard correctly, my dear." "What does he look like?" "You'll see soon enough, dear child." "You don't like him, do you, Father?"

He couldn't comprehend the scale of devastation unfolding before him. Farah, or rather, the entity that had possessed her body, groaned angrily. Her true nature was now revealed, she raised the scepter high, releasing an eerie transformation. Her raven-dark hair cascaded down, and her eyes turned a haunting shade of crimson. Her red warrior dress symbolized her newfound identity, and she let out a malevolent cackle that sent shivers down the spines of those present.

No member of the Clan knows what transpires there, but the father never comes back and the son always comes back filled with wisdom and stronger than his father, ready to rule his clan with a common goal, liberate the world from the oppression of power. The present Dorak was brown in complexion, tall and dashing, ripped in size, having multiple scars all over his broad chest, his long straight auburn hair gave him a wicked beauty as did his turquoise eyes gave a daring appearance. On getting to Dorak, the Drokan warrior goes on his knees then offers the paper with both hands. After a short while of reading the Dorak stood on his feet, influencing a great silence in the marquee. “Zapov Zodaik

I say with a gentle masculine smile, walking away from them both. Lucien Mordane POV "Hey," Freya says, poking my ribs with her elbow as we watch Lardon walk away. "Don't tell me your inner wolf has fallen for Lardon Vexley?" "You have been pestering that vanguard warrior for moons," I snap, tapping her head lightly to dodge her question. "Aren't you worried his beast will find you annoying?" "No way, he likes my company!" Freya says, shaking her head. "You just don't get it. He looks scary and aloof, but he is really gentle when you talk to him! And he knows so much about Skyfang Rift Engineering!"

There he was. Ronan. Alpha of the Ashfang pack. Towering. Wet. Dripping. A towel slung low on his hips like it belonged there, casually disrespecting every ounce of self-control I had left. His abs were carved from stone. His waist? Unfair. A tattoo curled around his arm and crept slightly over his chest, like it had a story it was dying to whisper. I didn’t even want to think about how good he looked soaked and glistening like a forbidden rain god. “I—I—I saw nothing!” I yelped, clamping my eyes shut like that could erase what had just burned itself into my memory.