Mage Slayer Mga Nobela at Kwento

The boy looked so much like her Master, Ice Pick. Oh what a dream! Suddenly, a bright light shone on her face, making her jumping out of the bed fearfully. "Seriously? You don't want to stop, do you, Ice Pick?!" She grunted with a frown as she sat on the bed and hissed loudly. "Woah!" A familiar feminine voice exclaimed, "if this is how slaves are being treated, then passing as a trainer won't be a problem for me." That voice...Sophia's eyes went wide open, "Annie is here!" Her subconscious mind screamed, and she turned to see Alice and Annie staring at her.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

The others gathered up around him and the fifth head veered to him, "Congratulations Dark bender, you are now a member of the Clan of Tomasa Children, you are now the ninth head, let us go, the master heads await your arrival." "What about her?" one of the assassins asked, pointing towards Alicia. "Kill her!" the fifth head said. "We do not kill females, that is our code as ordered by our mistress Lady Melo." "Fine! Give me the crossbow," he grabbed one of the ladies' crossbows and shot an arrow that ripped through Alicia's stomach. As they dissipated, in all the pain and anguish Alicia threw one last look at Daito, and she was met with black cold-blooded eyes that stared back at her with no

He ran breathlessly, only longing to reach the castle. They arrived at a Cascade: aquarium-blue and filling the air in their space with goodness. They had some rest, only then did he notice that Alpha Marcus had already passed out. He increased his pace until an ancient castle came into view. The castle was tall like skyscrapers having over ten floors in it. It was fortified with thick metallic walls roundabout it. This fortification was meant to destroy any vampire that attempts to come into their territory.

Madchen could only stare up at Drago. His eyes transformed into deep black. He smiled down at her, seemingly pleased at Jason offering her to him. She felt a sharp sting as the knife pierced her shoulder. She gasped for air and blood poured from her mouth. He had punctured her lung. “You have done well, servant,” she could hear Drago growl. This time there was no mistaking it. It rumbled, shaking the furniture. “Bring her to me,” His voice boomed. Jason, rather pleased with himself, threw Madchen at Drago’s feet. She was gasping for air. She was slipping away, she could taste the coppery blood as it welled up in her throat, pouring from her mouth.

THE MAFIA LORD SLAVE ©️GladdenedSoul 06/15/2020 [Criticisms are accepted. Errors Ahead!] PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME, ENJOY! *^_^* Authors Note: Some of the scenes are not suitable for young readers. Read at your own risk. Sorry for all the unpleasant words written in this book, please avoid following this behaviors. I'll be editing this. This story is not already finish. *** Kyla's P.O.V.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

“We’ll discover what gifts you inherited. But first, you need to know how to defend against magical attacks. Witches and vampires both use spells, and you need to be able to counter them.” I absorbed this, another piece of the puzzle falling into place. I wasn’t just a werewolf. I was something more complex, something that straddled multiple worlds. “I’m ready,” I said. “I know you are.” Elena started toward the cabin. “Rest tonight. Tomorrow gets harder.” I laughed. “You say that every night.” “And every night, I’m right.” That night, I sat with my mother’s journal, watching new words appear on the pages. My darling Aria,

But there is something masochistic about watching the world decide who you are without asking. “She was never his equal,” one commentator says in a clipped video segment. “Too reserved,” another adds. “Men like Arrow De La Vega need fire.” Fire. Celeste sets the phone down, hands trembling. She walks to the mirror in the guest bathroom of the Montaire estate, barely recognizing the woman staring back at her. Her hair is loose, her face bare, her eyes rimmed red—not from crying, but from strain. Not enough fire. Her phone buzzes again.