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The wind dies the recruits keep training because they don’t know yet and for a heartbeat the world holds perfectly still Someone’s playing games with my peace and they’re using my name to do it I look toward the horizon where the sun burns behind thin clouds and the ridge waits quiet, hiding its secrets “Get my horse,” I tell Orlan He hesitates “You’re going alone?” “Yes.” He opens his mouth to argue but the look I give him ends it As I cross the yard, the recruits stop moving their eyes follow, wide and uncertain I can almost hear the question they’re all thinking— what happens when mercy meets betrayal I don’t have an answer yet The morning smells like ash and promise the kind that always

I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

"You might have the numbers, but we have something you'll never understand. Unity. We fight for a purpose greater than ourselves, and that gives us strength." The Hunter snorts. "Save your speeches for someone who cares, witch. You're just a pawn in a game that's already been won." I struggle to free my wrist, but it's no use. The Hunter's grip is too tight. "We'll never give up. We'll keep fighting until our last breath. And even then, our legacy will live on." The Hunter leans down, his face inches from mine. "Your legacy will be nothing but a footnote in the history books, a cautionary tale of what happens to those who dare to challenge us."

It was the same with the 500 mercenaries hired from the adventure association, some of whom arrived from cities fairly far away. All of them would receive pay as long as they showed up, even if the beastmen didn't attack Ice Demon City, according to the recruitment letter, which was printed on the document. When the first few people received their payments, everyone rushed to secure a seat, and the 1,000 available spots for knights were quickly filled. At first, it was widely believed to be a fraud because the offer was so incredible. The same was true for the mercenaries. Furthermore, there was no minimum strength requirement in the recruitment letter, thus finding candidates was simple.

When they browsed through the available omnicasts for mercenaries just like them, they found hundreds of thousands doing the same thing. Their faces darkened when they saw all those entries. How were they going to compete against that? They would have rather faced down a thousand enemy mecha than competition of this scale. While Eva thought of ways to break through the noise, Miko read the ridiculous titles on all the mercs’ ‘casts. [EMPEROR STYLE] Mercenaries Destroy UGFP Base

Vic tried to kill him, and he nearly killed Vic himself! “A werewolf can't have friends,” Yarsi whispered like a spell, but how desperately he didn't want to believe it. This is not the end. Mercenaries never leave an order unfinished. They will attack again, but now not openly, and if they fail again, they will repeat their attempt. And then again and again, until they achieve their goal. Peace is too much of a luxury for you….

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

Tessa looked at her. For the first time, the girl’s expression changed in a way that was not defensive. She studied Evelyn as if matching her to something she had been told. Mud on her pants. Blood on her bandaged hand. Rifle held ready but not aimed. Rowan at her shoulder. Gabriel was a few steps away, watching both the girl and the woods. Warren was near the lead truck, bristling with command and frustration. “Human challenge,” Tessa said. “Not official. My mother made it after the voices started.”

I set the glass down hard. Something was wrong. But by then it was too late. A strange heat started to spread swiftly through my body via my blood vessels. The warmth climbed down from my chest and deep down into my gut. My pulse increased. "Well, well." I glanced to the side and saw that it was the eerie stranger from before. His smirk was too wide. “You look tense,” he murmured as he began to brush himself against me. A hot flash hit me when I tried to move. "Stay still," he leaned in close to whisper as one of his hands slid onto my thigh.