Novel & Cerita Most Vengeful Zodiac Sign

Elise Pov Those were their words. In the moment of anger and betrayal, I had sold my soul to these monsters. If only I knew it was going to be them, I would rather have let those rogue take advantage of me. Their lineage was my parents murderer. My whole clan was wiped out under their father's command. How could the moon goddess pair us together amidst the hatred? “ Mom, dad…I am sorry. But I promise to take revenge soon!” I muttered, shutting my eyes tightly.

The vial was small, dark glass, a simple cork stopper, something the pack's oldest healer had prepared and which I had been carrying in my car for three days, uncertain how to offer it without it becoming a conversation I wasn't ready to have. I set it on the console between us. She looked at it. She didn't reach for it. "What does it do exactly," she said. "It replaces your scent signature with something neutral," I said. "Not human, wolves can always tell human from wolf. But unaligned. Like a wolf who hasn't chosen a pack yet. It reads as non-threatening without announcing anything specific." She looked at the vial. I knew what she was thinking. I had spent enough time learning her silenc

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

Anderson was quick to recover from her loss. To her, it is always business, reputation and money. Nothing else matters to her. She rarely smile and never laugh, except sarcastic laughs though. Rumour has it that she came from nothing. She has had nothing to lose for so long and now that she is at the top, there is absolutely nothing she can't do to get rid of any threat to what she wants. Some people call her female Pharaoh and some people admire how independent she is and how calm she handles every situation.

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”

She wanted the pack ostracized. There was vengeance in her voice as she told me. Hazel was a wonderful woman, sweet and loyal. But she had an edge to her. She wasn't the type of person you wanted to mess with. And Carlos had messed with her. Now that she was the alpha, she wanted revenge. And she had the power to do it.

They knew that it wouldn't take long before they found out that it was the witches who had wiped out their race on earth and not werewolves, as it was said and written. "I still don't know why Mother Ophra never gave us a chance to speak." Sabrina threw her hands in the air in frustration. "Please don't mention Mother Ophra's name again because it reminds me of what she has done to us. Where on earth is this place? Even if she had intended to punish us for not doing what we were supposed to do, it's not supposed to be in this way," Karian mumbled while rubbing her elbow.

“Or maybe he’s not the sharpest fang in the pack. Shouldn’t be hard to turn him into a beaten dog like we did to his brother.” “I won’t let you turn the realm into a powder keg of wars to serve your selfish ambitions,” Valen snarled as Zeus fought to take over. His beast wanted their blood. “You are war criminals on a rampage of slaughter and destruction. How can you have no reverence for the moon goddess’ will?”

"I'm not a magical beast Freya, I don't have any sort of magic to cast a spell on you. Your pain comes up when you have physical contact with my Alpha's Marble abomination. If you had a physical contact with any one born in May, which was the Zodiac sign of LEO "Lion", the Alpha marble in you will be provoked, and it will hurt you more like hell. Wolves and Lions were eternal enemies, this affects the Alpha's Marble in your belly", he explained. "As from now on, it's highly dangerous for you to have physical contact with people randomly", he added. "Do you really mean I'll be going round asking people for their birth month before we have a handshake or any sorts of physical contact?", I ask

Whiskey. He didn’t say her name, but I could take a good guess as to who he was talking about. Fucking Zelena. It doesn’t take much to make me angry, it never has. But I have always been able to maintain a firm grip on my anger. Showing any kind of emotion, even considering letting my anger explode, would have resulted in punishment. Learning to control myself happened very quickly in life. Hearing this dog's words, his dying jesting, his attempt at angering me, it worked a treat. My skin turned icy cold with the fury that rolled through me. This pathetic mutt thinks that she is better than me. ME! He is crazy, he must have lost too much blood, it’s made him delusional. There is no one equal