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If he could get rid of all of them, he would. Archer wants to revisit the mini park he found last night, he wanted to see a clearer view of it. Of course, it is way different to see something enveloped with darkness than witness it under the shining light. As he was riding his bike to his exit, he saw a familiar figure of a woman from the corner of his eye. He knew that it was her, the girl from last night. Yet this time, the difference is, her features are completely clear before him. He can now assure himself that she is attractive. She wasn't making noise this time but her voice seems to be carved inside his head, he could completely hear them. He doesn't want to waste any of his time so

I feel like her and I need to talk first, especially after she seems not to recognize me as her mate. “No problem, dude. I am wondering who the new Amory will be, and if it will be one of our classmates. They will have no training time and be thrown into a war. I hope it is not me.” Bram is stunned. “Do you really think that could happen? Damn, maybe it is you.” “Ha. Really, man, you think they would choose the orphaned son of a whore and a rogue as the Amory? No, he will have to be chosen from better stock than me. We have never had a female Amory, maybe history is about to be made.”

After a while, his face became neutral, "So again, what brings you here?" Aramis was always straight to the point. No pleasantries. He was one of the oldest converted vampires, and somewhat feared as well among the converted. He respected the sacred laws of coexistence, but he had his rowdy moments. For an ancient vampire, he can act like an out of control teenager. He was of French descent with short black hair styled scruffily. He had cold brown eyes and lips turn up into a smirk. "Always straight to point." I said with a frown, "A newborn attacked a human, Aramis. I thought we reminded you if one of your kind turned a human, it is protocol to educate the laws to avoid confrontation with t

' Teresa wouldn't run away maybe she's trying to find a way to defeat this Daemon too. “ I will go first. When I want you to attack at the same time, I will give you a signal. I will whistle and once you hear it attack at the same time by using your most powerful attack,” Amaria explained. Dove and Elex nodded and said, “ Alright, let's do this, ” Amaria jumped out of their hiding place and ran past the Daemon boar, screaming, “ Come get me if you can! ” The Daemon boar growled aggressively and chased after her.

I turn back towards Carmen, who's just staring at us in shock. 'I didn't know we could do that,' Amira says. 'Me either,' I reply. I go over to Carmen and motion for her to climb on my back. She situated herself on top of me, and I begin to sprint as fast as I can thorugh the trees without flinging her off. I run right by the battlefield, glowing like a freaking firecracker, turning many heads. I didn't care to stop and fight. I trust Arienne and his men to keep them off our asses for the time being if I ask.

“Good girl.” “What did you do to her?!” Vivar exclaimed, hesitant to push through. “Relax. She’s just having sweet dreams. With me.” Amaris grinned foolishly, making Vivar more furious and disappointed for not being able to protect Nemiah. “Bye.” Amaris jumped out of the hole above them and disappeared from Vivar’s sight, leaving the soldier cursing sharply under his breath.

That very quickly fell quiet as all eyes turned to me. “Amara?” Tara questioned her eyes wide with worry, and I forget that she knew Amelia, Tara was the only girl here who was here at the time and was old enough to know what it all meant, and Amelia was the only girl that was ever allowed to dress in clothes other than the slaves uniform.

Amara begged as her tears fell down her cheeks. The warriors only laughed at her plea. She then hugged her father, trying to protect him at all cost. “Argus, you've been an amazing servant. The Alpha trusted you more than anyone in Omega. How dare you do this to him?” “I didn't! I told you, it wasn't me!” “It wasn't him, believe us, sir! Please try to investigate further! There might be a mistake—” Amara wasn't able to finish her words when Isaac, the other warrior, attacked her.

** Armand P.O.V. ** I was stunned when Artemis said those words and then left the kitchen. I sat there in silence staring at the eggs on my plate. Valerian and Jax were silent as well because none of us knew what to say. ~"Armand, go to her, she needs you"~

While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes. I've never seen such a beautiful creature in all of my eighteen years. I have heard of a pack of wolves who have white coats, but I always thought it was a legend—one not even of this realm. It is said that the pack of white wolves have magical powers—able to harness the elements: earth, wind, fire, and water—but only a single element each. Their pups are always born in pairs—twins. But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago.