Mate Gl Series Novels & Stories

I spat at her "Then let me tell you, You all are the same to me you little whore want to be my Luna, you want to be my Mate, I will only love my moon goddess has blessed me, your tricks are nothing to me, but like others, I will give you a chance you will stay in here for a month then I will decide your future." Mack linked me at the moment 'Alpha it's ready.' I linked back as 'okay' he asked again ' is there anything else you...'

"Thanks babe. My name is Jessie...now who are you exactly and why do you have War looking like he's ready to pass out?" Because he was ready to pass out! "Oh War is my mate," Pomelia grinned as she glanced at him and he mentally cursed. Why did his face feel flushed? Was he blushing? Why did he feel so excited that she called him her mate? Jess gasped, flicking her dark locks again. "War? War machine has a mate? I thought you guys weren't worthy of mates...where did he find you? Alpha Khan cleared his throat. "War we have bussines to take care of. Jess can keep your little novice company till we get back."

Shane came back after shifting back to his human form, he was holding a T-shirt. “Shift!” he commanded, Melanie shifted and Shane threw her the shirt. She put it on and glared at the warriors. She was bleeding but her wounds were starting to heal but the one on her leg was deep, sore, and taking longer to heal. “Come.” Said Shane pointing the way with his hand.

"Miru! Can I have my phone?" Raghuveer demanded as soon as he settled in his bedroom. "Nope!" Miral responded as she was fixing the quilt on the bed. "But why?" Raghuveer questioned. "Because the doctor said no electronics till you recover completely. You need to heal perfectly before you start using these," Miral responded. "But I will be cut off from the latest news about what's happening. I will be missing so much," he argued.

A feral roar filled the room as he shifted, bones snapping violently as black fur erupted across his muscular body. His wolf was massive, a monstrous beast with silver eyes gleaming like death itself. "You’ll regret this, bitch", Mason’s voice sneered in my mind, but Ella only laughed darkly."No, Mason", she purred. "You will". With a snarl, Ella lunged, her powerful legs propelling us forward. Our bodies clashed mid-air with a sickening crack, tumbling across the room in a blur of fur and fangs. Mason struck first, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, the searing pain igniting Ella’s fury. She howled and twisted violently, wrenching free as warm blood dripped from my wound. The scent of iron

Before I can reply to this my dad stated “Emilia and Oliver may be close but they aren’t fated. However I myself am excited to watch you in action Ire. I hope you both make me proud.” Ireland excuses herself to go change out of her jeans and we all make our way to the Sparring ring. When Ireland arrives I have to force my eyes away. She runs up her hair in a high ponytail, a cheetah print sports bra and short black bicycle shorts. Goddess she is sexy but her showing this much skin with all these unmated males pisses me off. By the smirk she gives me that is just what she had planned. It appears that most of the Pack heard about this match. All of the pack warriors are gathered round to watch

I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity. Truth is, I am the future Luna in my pack, the Mystic Shadow. A savage Alpha Ezekiel conquered us from the Black Claw pack who killed my parents, enslaved my people, and tortured them until they pledged their loyalty to him. At the same time, I was caged, starved, and beaten. I became his slave. I thought being a slave was my only salvation until my execution day was set. Alpha Ezekiel wants to eliminate my parent's legacy.

"That's Thomas-he works in the gardens. And this is Lily and James, they're housekeeping too. And that's Marcus-" Sera's heart stopped. But it was just a coincidence. A different Marcus. A young man with sandy hair whved cheerfully from across the table. "Welcome to Silvermoon," this other Marcus said. "You picked a crazy time to start-the mating ceremony preparations are intense." "I heard," Sera managed, her voice only slightly strained. "Six weeks, right?" "Less now," Lily said, rolling her eyes. "And Miss Celeste has been an absolute nightmare about every detail. You'd think it was a royal wedding the way she's carrying on."

I smirked. I turned back to the gun collection picking and choosing our favourites, "Autocannon, Bolt Pistol, Lasgun, Pulse Rifle, Lancer Pistol and lastly, for you Jack, a heavy bolter." I walked back to the table where the hologram was displayed. "Vehicles, the Rezvani Tank, Telsla Model S and lastly, Lexus Black Panther," Tyler stated.

] Variant name: O-225CM Mist Prowler Base model: Octagon O-225C Original Manufacturer: Globe-Elstar Corporation Weight Classification: Medium-Light Recommended Role: Guerilla Fighter Performance improvement: 14% Overall evaluation: The Mist Prowler is a reimagining of the base model that performs slightly better at a much higher cost. The mech features a redesigned armor scheme that has marginally improved its damage absorption capacity but provides increased mobility in battles of attrition. The added particle ejection system gives the mech an advantage in shorter battles if the pilot is skilled enough to make the best out of the opportunity.