Novel & Cerita My Little Pony Kill

I crashed back down onto the bed, my cheek burning. “How dare you?!” Nova screamed, his voice filled with fury. “How fucking dare you cum without my permission, you selfish little slut?!”

Aiden said. "That's when I'll kill him." Kimberly growled with fire in her eyes. "It's not that easy to kill him," Yoona said . "Once we destroy the Bloodstone, he will become weak. His protection spell will break. Kim can take him down." Delilah spoke, looking confused by her mother’s statement. "I wish it was that easy. But there is a specific dagger that you will need to kill him." Yoona said. "What dagger?" Kimberly asked. This was an unexpected twist that came just when they thought everything is going in their favor.

No, not to defeat him, but to kill him. We looked at the Lycanthrope in front of us, who was so strong and speedy. Kyson Night.. Yes.. He is Kyson Night.. A strong Lycanthrope.. The last Lycanthrope in existence. “I want to kill them,” Celia growled menacingly. “Yes.. We should kill them,” I whispered in a vicious voice. ‘Kill them.. Kill them.. Kill them..’ That thought kept popping up in our minds. I created more and more water whips, as much as I could.

She stated calmly. “IF YOU KILL ME, WOLVES THAT OWN THIS COUNTRY ARE GOING TO KNOW A LUNA PUER HAS BEEN KILLED IN THEIR TERRITORY! THEY WILL KNOW WHO LEFT A DEAD WOLF-SHIFTER HERE AND THEY WILL FIND OUT ABOUT YOU, CAROUSING IN THEIR TERRITORIES RIGHT UNDER THEIR NOSES!"

Only instead of being my knight, he was the fucking Whisperer’s knight. I was going to kill them both. Nox’s face was buried in my spine, his meaty, steroid injected arms locked around my waist. The coward couldn’t even look the Whisperer in the face himself. He groaned when I thrashed, and my foot landed a solid jab to his dick. I didn’t even bother trying to hide my pleasure. Screw you and your penis. Jada and Hakeem still had their hands over their eyes, both saying different variations of, “Bad Lilac. Down girl, don’t kill the scrawny little know-it-all.” Alright, so that wasn’t what they were saying but it might as well have been.

To kill my parents and frame it as an attack by the vampires. "The vampires had succeeded in taking the lives of my best hunters!!" Daren screeched and gritted his teeth while the Luna burst into a cry. Torian only waggled his head, groaning, while Sophia seemed to be calculating a lot in her head as she kept throwing glances at me and the Alpha. Since they are dead, I have to be strong and kill their murderer, who is standing right here in front of me. I packed my hair into a bun and dried my eyes with the back of my palm. Rage was boiling inside me, trying to force me into attacking the pretentious alpha, but I fought back and kept calm.

We still have to find out who killed one of us. The growing rage inside me wants to do something. I wanted to kill someone, spill their blood on my motherland. I was thinking of many brutal ways to get even. The pup is innocent. This might be accidental, but who the hell cares? They killed one of us. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. My pack got alerted when we heard a bristle noise. “Protect the Luna at all cost!” I shouted to everyone. I nodded at Geoffrey so he could send a back up right now in case something happens.

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

I staggered back. What the fuck? "No, no, this can't be happening," I whispered. Then, glinting by my feet, a shining sword appeared. I gripped it, my fingers shaking, but I knew there was no choice. Taking a deep breath, I tightened my hold and began to slash at the creatures around me. Each one fell, but anytime I killed one, they multiplied. I'm not Hercules for goddess sake. "They keep coming," I muttered through gritted teeth, looking around for something—anything—that could help. But then I noticed something small and strange. Perched on a tree branch was a tiny creature, watching me intently. Its eyes glowed, and something about it felt… wrong.

I am the Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Yet, when my daughter died, she didn't even get a proper burial shroud. She was thrown at my feet—skin and bones, covered in wounds. As a werewolf of the rare Astolpho bloodline, I faked my death ten years ago. To keep the pack safe, I entered the Moon Goddess Sanctuary, using my bloodline to protect their future. Ten years later, with only two months left until I could leave the Sanctuary, I dreamed of reuniting with my mate and my pups. But my daughter, Anna, was dead. Only then did I learn the truth. Shortly after I left, my mate, Alaric, brought home a girl named Stella, claiming she was his adopted daughter. To keep Stella happy, Alaric smashed the ke