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Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

Cold coffee… not only does it look like shit, but it tastes like it too. “Not to your liking?” I heard a male voice say. It was smooth, with a slight hint of a Spanish accent. I looked up to see young Jose in the doorway. He wore a purple sweater, the large hood hugged around his short neck. His head was shaven, barely an inch of hair on the top. He accompanied his sweater with tan pants and white Nike’s.

Not long after the boat vanished over the horizon, dark clouds rolled in, and massive waves surged like a raging beast, swallowing the shore. I was swept into the dark current, seawater flooding my lungs. As my consciousness faded, I felt a strange sense of relief. Meanwhile, at the grand cathedral in Laningarde, wedding bells rang out. Barrett, dressed in a white suit, was about to slip the diamond ring onto Astrid's finger when a disheveled guard burst in, his panicked scream cutting through the music. "Boss, bad news! A tsunami just hit the island. Miss Brooks didn't make it!"

A large window at one end of the room bathed everything in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, while ornate chandeliers hung overhead. Mara, Alpha Jake, Troy, Jay, Elizabeth, Jasmine and Elvie sat around the polished wooden table. Their expressions were a mixture of confusion and concern. Mara, the future Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, was known for her strong and confident demeanor. Still, on this occasion, her brow furrowed as she gazed at Elvie, who appeared distant and vacant.

Atop the Black Raptors, lines of armored warriors known as the Windrunners stood ready. The foremost Black Raptor was exceptionally large. Clearly, it was an Alpha Black Raptor. Riding on the back of this Alpha Black Raptor were a man and a woman. Gideon had encountered the woman previously. She was Zephara, known as Ms. Tempest of Windrunners. The middle-aged man next to her was unsurprisingly the leader of Windrunners, Zephara's father, Eduardo Tempest.

“It would take weeks.” “Then we don’t go physically,” Tempest says, and she’s suddenly standing tall, looking more entity than human. “I can move us through time. Skip us forward to each seal location. It’ll burn me out completely but it might work.” “Tempest, no…” “Mama, I’m already burning out feeding the Hunger. At least this way I burn out for something important.” She raises her hands and time fractures around all of us. The world blurs. We’re at the Seal of Rage, watching a child trying to claw through it from the inside.

The pressure in his blood cracked. Jack breathed. "Thank you." "Later," she said. "Be emotionally grateful after we stop the moon from biting Midtown." Marcus looked up through the shattered press room ceiling. "That sentence is why I never retired." Aaliyah's voice exploded into their earpieces. "Global event map is live. I hate it. Ra's solar boat just appeared over Giza and melted three satellites by being mythologically backlit. The Midgard Serpent is surfacing off Norway. Something calling itself the First Thunder is rewriting atmospheric pressure over the Great Plains. And, boss, the wolf over the moon is broadcasting on every werewolf frequency that has ever existed."

The soon-to-be family of five talked more about the baby and the girls were very excited to know that they would be traveling the next day to celebrate the existence of their baby sibling. The End! Thank you all for reading TEMPTRESS! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope to see you in my new story but for the meantime, please feel free to check out my other stories on this app. Thank you!

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.