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Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and stomped her way out of the ground. . . . . _____ . . . ."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy." "Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.

His desire for her was like a ravenous beast, voracious and relentless that cared nothing for right or wrong. The consequences be damned. The world be damned. His morals be damned. He wanted her, truly, madly, insatiably. She's like a drug he's hopelessly addicted to.

I snorted at myself As they were going to tell me. I rolled my eyes, pushing away from the window. A thick, unbreakable glass which I wasn't certain would be possible in werewolves' world kept me cut out of the world. A few days! He was asking for a few days. Why? There was no escaping that gruesome memory. It jolted my body whenever I called the sight, no matter how hard I tried to push away. Blood on Snow, crimson dripping from his wounds! I shook my head. I let my gaze wander over to the bookshelves. I plucked a random book. I was going to try to focus on it, instead of mulling over it.

He staggered back, sat in his old chair, and stared at the walls he once filled with symbols of power. And for the first time in his empire’s history, he felt obsolete. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Mercy is not surrender. Mercy is the weapon most feared by those who’ve only known war.” “If they learn to hold hands instead of blades, they won’t become kings or gods.” “They’ll become something older. Something better.” —Aria

As they moved through the jungle, they saw in the distance a massive, thick snake engaged in combat with several men and women. Lysander muttered under his breath, "It's a mercenary group!" A mercenary group linked to the vast Mercenary Guild was primarily engaged in missions to earn commissions. Despite not having many members, the group possessed extraordinary strength, with all members being at the transcendent level. However, they were up against a formidable alpha beast—a giant snake with power akin to a peak transcendent. Before long, one team member was knocked back, coughing up a significant amount of blood. "Kyree!" Enoch Uren exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "Attention, everyon

Their weapons gleamed in the firelight as they surrounded the camp. "Well, well," scoffed one of them. "It appears that there are some intruders here." Lucan stepped forward and raised his hands in a gesture of accommodation. "We're not here to cause trouble. We’re just passing through.” The leader of the group laughed. “Passing through Vorellis? That’s a death wish.” Kaden gripped his blade more tightly. "We will fight if necessary, even though we don't want to." The mercenaries advanced, their intent clear. Lena felt her heart race as the first blade clashed with Kaden’s. Erin joined the fray, her agility and precision proving invaluable.

My handsome features were gone, replaced by the rugged, lethal mask of a survivor who had looked into the abyss and refused to blink. Below my dais, three thousand mercenaries stood in tightly packed columns, their heavy iron armor clanking in the dim light of the sulfur braziers. They were the dregs of Oakhaven—feral Alphas, lawless rogues, and discarded enforcers who knew nothing but the rule of the sword. They didn't fight for ancient bloodlines or the decree of the High Council. They fought for me because I was the only predator vicious enough to break them.

"If she truly is a tribrid, that would explain so much." Vincent says. "Like what?" "Like why several mercenaries were hired to kill her." "Wait.. what? Mercenaries? How do you know for sure?" "All mercenaries are either rogue-born or ex-pack warriors. They are rogues for hire that have no moral ground. They will accept any contract. The only thing they ever care about is money. We were able to identify them through their strong wild scent. It's a smell most rogues have, however, Mercenaries are typically more subtle, as it allows them to enter a pack without being detected."

The third opens the door and he ducks inside. Mercenary Four: Move! He sees Sashawna and walks over. Mercenary Four: Leave the girl. Sashawna peers at the man, eyes brimming with emotion. Sashawna Reid: I cah leave her here. She will die in dis place with all the snakes and wild animal running round.

They had to have a leader or at least the loudest person. As a knight in Envia, one's record had to be clean, any rumours of misdemeanour or crimes, petty or serious ones, were easy cases of de-selection. That was why in Envia, there were more mercenaries than Knights, and also more discrimination. But this is not to say that there was a difference in potential. "Erden, do you see those men?" I pointed through the window. "The mercenaries?" he asked. "Yes, the mercenaries." "What of them, my lady?" he asked puzzled.