Meg Character Novels & Stories

A thrilling, sweet, forced-romance arc is about to begin! I stared at the comments as a chill crept down my spine. I clenched my jaw so hard that my teeth rattled. I replayed everything in my head and finally realized what felt off. His face was caked in such heavy makeup that I couldn't see what he really looked like. He'd casually said he worked as a livestreamer, yet there wasn't a single piece of streaming equipment in the apartment. Regret hit me hard. I'd been far too careless.

Sure, Axel is the future Alpha, but Kai and Tyler are just Beta and Gamma, and they don't even look so muscular, do they need to be so overpowering? Tony wondered if these guys are exceptions, or if he and his group were so miserable. Tony wished that Meg didn't go shopping. Other than being the smartest person Tony ever met, Meg is the fastest and the most skilled fighter in their group, and he was confident that Meg would be able to put up a solid fight against one of Drake's generals.

Kian said with authority. The remaining armies start thinking and discussing with the others and it made the rogue leader shake in anger. "Don't be fooled! They will still kill you if you surrender." Willard yelled. The remaining army decided to fight believing their leader. The blood knights sighed. "We will not surrender to a mage like you!" Willard told Kian. The boys chuckled at how hard their enemies are trying hard to look tough. "Sorry to burst your bubbles, but our queen is not a mage." Vance said confusing them. They all look at Kian and the latter smirked at them. "I'm a demigod"

“How did you find me?” Castiel looked nervously at the very short girl still in front of him with furious eyes, her face was red, and she was panting, because it looked like she ran a marathon. His black clothes, highlighting his extremely white skin, were wrinkled, and had a little blood staining the shirt on the left shoulder.

~ RIG ~ “Oh!” I jumped up to move feeling stupid. Mack howled with laughter as I slid myself off the bench and offered her a hand for balance—which she didn’t take. “Thanks for everything, Meg,” she said, her voice dead. “I’ll see you later?” “Do you want me to come with you?” Meg asked, getting to her feet. “No, no, it’s fine. I just have to go study.” Cara leaned in to hug her and every hair on my body stood up as she whispered, “Let me know if you find anything, okay?”

Mjeal laugh as he said so. As the other guy name was exposed, a big and bold charter instantly had once again appeared after a long time above the guy at the other end of the phone who was scratching the laboratory mask outside as it was starting to make the skin under it felt itchy to the core. Name: Mjeal Agle Age: 1 000 years old Experimented No: 0000003 Species: Evolved Eagle Monster Original form: Eagle Intelligence: Conscious Organization: New Secret Illegal Researching [Immature]

He said. “Your point?” “It’s not an old man. It’s Loki.” “Seriously?” Shiro could not believe it. “No doubt.” Mega answered. “I’m not gonna ask further. Speaking of, you said you’d tell me who that Matthew guy is.” Shiro sipped his coffee again. Megat also sipped his. “Yeah, I did.” “So who is he? A friend?” “He was… More like a rival. We were both among the strongest in our batch.” Megat said with a smile on his face, but it went down slowly. “But he’s different now. He’s… Weak. I still remember the time when he beat me up easily.”

Although they had predicted Lucas to be an overwhelming Genetic Fighter, his comment was still way too arrogant for them. After Lucas said that, Megan was able to move her body. When Megan noticed that she could move her body, she did not choose to leave. Instead, she took action against Leona. Her palm was accompanied by a purple aura as she charged toward Leona aggressively. Purple aura meant that she was Grade SSS Genetic Fighter. Megan was a Rank 10 Evolved One, and Leona was a Rank 8 Evolved One. Leona could not defend against such an attack.

It was rampaging through the Jwealin Defence Force's mech army like a mad dog. Against Windfall, a Monarch-rank mechanical creature with extremely strong defense, the Jwealin mechs were simply cannon fodder, completely unable to put up a decent fight. The melee mechs facing Windfall were immediately crushed. While ranged mechs could hit Windfall, unless they managed to hit Windfall's vital points, they couldn't do any damage. Windfall simply ignored them. As long as Windfall didn't open his mouth, only its eyes could be considered vital points.