Luz Slayyy Mga Nobela at Kwento

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I scream in fear as she coughs up blood and removes her mask, which is now covered in red liquid. Fuck! "G-go, save your your-self." She exhales sharply, her breathing becoming labored. She sends me a sweet angelic smile, before closing her eyes. No, she can't die, I shook my head violently. I picked her up despite the fact that my back was hurting. We were about to leave when Luzy's body suddenly lit up and began to lighten. What's going on? "No." I exclaim in disbelief as her body slowly explodes into a million sparks that fly around me.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Ulayah was pulled through the discusting sewage of sweaty, hip rolling grinding bodies that vibrated to the beat reverberating through the huge nightclub. Flashing colorful lights gave off the illusion of everyone moving in slow motion. She hated those damn lights! It was disturbing enough to be in the company of so many lycans, which she could clearly identify just by looking. They always had those ethereal looks and eyes that shifted from their original color to a near black...like a demon.

“Shut the hell up, dumbasses.” That made Zaine laugh. He wasn’t sure if she was defending him or herself but it made him like her even more. The pitcher threw the last ball. It was a fast ball. Zaine watched until it was just about over the plate when he swung. The bat connected with the ball sending it flying over everyone’s head. It sailed through the air and over the fence. Zaine smiled at them before walking around the bases. His friends couldn’t do anything but stand their sulking.

They look very much alike. "I've waited long to meet you. It's so nice to finally see you," she says, pulling me into a hug. I inhale there smell. Lavender. "Thank you," I whisper, wrapping my arms around her too. "Pardon my manners. I am Zara," she says warmly. "And I've got to show you everything," she says giddy. I become more relaxed. She breaks the hug and holds my hand as we walk to the other side where I hear noises. The sun is becoming hotter as noon draws nearer. "How is Peter and Jane?" she says stopping me in my tracks. "You know my parents?" She looks at me with her eyes narrowed to me. "Of course I do."

I would rather remain a slave to them than become a Luna like her. What would people say when they find out their Luna used to be a slave. What would I say when I stand in front of people. I’m only eighteen how would I be a mother to the entire pack? No one will respect an eighteen year old as their Luna. My phone beep in my pocket distracting my thoughts. I took the phone out and smiled at the text notification on my screen. It was from Luiz in our group chat Luiz:yo bitches!! I reacted immediately, I was about to drop a greeting but Sera beat me to it.

It takes several brutal seconds for me to realize it’s me. A burst of energy erupts so violently that my shields fail, and I’m thrown across what’s left of the room, which is barely anything. What was once a pitched ceiling several stories high is now open to the sky, which is darker than any night I’ve experienced. Clouds of the darkest green illuminate with Zayn’s bright blue lightning. He’s furious. I can taste his wrath in the heavy, wet air.

Zach grumbles an agreement and disconnects the call. Liam focuses on the lady who's still glaring at him after sliding his phone into his pocket. She's cute, but it still feels like she's familiar and like he's met her before. His wolf can definitely smell all of her, and he likes her scent. Again, it's familiar. "There's something called a break pad. You use it on time to avoid running into other people, Mr." He tucks a hand in his pocket and pulls out the charming card. "My apologies, miss?"