Mulan Novelas e Histórias

“People still in the void can come down now.” Suddenly, a powerful voice resounded. James turned his head and checked on his friends. Just when they were about to head down to the ground, they were stopped by Mount Martialis’ Saintess, who was holding a large banner. Mount Martialis’ Saintess’ name was Lucille Babs. She was one of the two powerhouses of Mount Martialis who had reached the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. She wore a translucent snow-white robe and looked incredibly seductive.

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Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

"Alright, now spin around." "Yes, madam director," Malena joked, slowly turning to give us all a chance to look at her legs and pert little ass clad in the skin-tight white fabric. Malena was a smaller girl than Alanna, her athleticism more graceful instead of powerful; if she wasn't training for their Rugby team, Malena was doing yoga or tai chi in our little backyard. Her body was bikini-ready, with slim hips and sleek legs that met in a small but what I considered fantastic ass - the yoga pants she was wearing showing off the diamond gap below her crotch and between her thighs.

The woman introduced herself as Angela, her soothing tone providing a semblance of comfort. She pressed for details—where I was, how I got kidnapped. I hesitated, my mind racing as I shared the basic information. Angela asked about my pack, and when I mentioned the Moonlight Pack, her response was unexpected. "I'm in the Crescent Moon Pack," she revealed. The coincidence seemed almost too good to be true.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

The moment I sat on the soft surface, the cameraman gave me a hand gesture as a signal that the show… finally commences. It was at that moment. A clicking sound on the floor, footsteps coming towards the stage. The figure of a person slowly revealing from the darkness. And as light finally shun upon its face, a figure of a woman appears—revealing the former no. 1 model that caught the attention of the entire world, Ophelia Maine, my mother.

The smaller one’s holding a katana and pointing its sharp on Tina’s nape, while the taller one holds Tina who’s now kneeling and her upper body is leaning forward, as if this is an execution to cut your head. “Wait, boys… remove your masks so that she will recognize you,” I ordered those two, then they followed what I told them to do. “Marcus, Julian,” she called out her son's names. “Should we execute her now, master?” Marcus, the younger among the two siblings and the one who’s holding the katana asked. “What execution Marcus?! I am your mother!” Tina shouted. “We do not have a mother who tends to kill our empress,” Julian said.

The most important part was the certification made available, nothing else mattered. Maria felt less and less enthusiastic as she fell on her back, lying straight up with urgent eyes rummaging through the ceiling. There were times when she almost faltered, wondering if all of this was worth the struggle, and there were times when she felt like she really couldn't go on anymore, but she knew she had to, she'd come this far already. She styled her hair into a quick ponytail and applied the littlest, almost unnoticeable amount of makeup. She was in a white dress with white shoes to match, it was simple, yet charming in its own way. White represented purity on a day like this, contrary to the bi

Hana asked the woman in the bed before her. “I’m sorry, who are you?” The blond woman asked, realizing she didn’t even know her own name. “Do you not know who you are? What’s your name?” Hana asked with worry. “I____I don’t know. It’s all a blank.” The woman stated, shaking her head as if it could jog her memory back. “You are Camila. You are one of the staff here in the Flowing Sword Sect, a slave, and if it weren’t for me, you would have been at the bottom of the cliff after you ran away.” Hana said, looking at the woman