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He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as it stared at him with its pitch-black eyes. Denver – in his beast form – howled like a madman – before he tried to open the prison cell by colliding his body in it. His eyes widened as he saw the dented prison cell before it whimpered and growled – like it just made him more… livid. This time, even King Levi felt a bit of fear inside him. Even though he knew about this already – he was still disoriented and just so shocked at how this happened. Denver’s beast form is just too powerful, and he didn’t know what might happen if he got out from this cell.

None of it did. Her chest rose and fell with untamed breathing while her eyes watered, panic settling deep into her bones. She didn’t know what to do, or how to handle this new piece of bizarre information. Was it even true? Everything that she had seen with her own two eyes. Or was it something cooked up by her own silly brain? It was so impossible to be sure. Or to believe in beings like him…

The gross disfiguration has us all distracted for a second and it’s a fatal mistake. Braxton lets out a howl and we react too late. Another one of these grotesque beasts launches an attack. This one is shaped like an owl but with fangs of a snake that are driven right into Braxton’s neck. Cody jumps on the beast, which I now recognize as familiars, I never thought I’d live to the day of seeing one. The beast thrashes his head back and slams his beak into Cody’s chest. I grab it by its exposed neck and squeeze, then it’s wing span opens triple that of its size, spanning at least two feet on moth sides and brings his wings back together. I duck once more, knowing if I didn’t my skull would be

Nadir looks around searching for the madrees scared that it might keep at her from behind devouring her instantly and just like on cue a loud wailing and screeching sound Is heard behind her, She stays still not moving freezed to he floor nadir panicks and frets she turns slowly to look at the legendary beast who have been claimed to murder billions of wolves, turning to see she slumps feeling weak and all, ***** Nadir stirs feeling soft but pointy things brush past her skin then she recalls slumping after meeting a Madrid, nadir feels fire brush past her skin slightly, She panics again perhaps this animal was preparing to roast her not caring if she is alive or not, slowly and carefully she

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

"It's so dark and it's getting colder. I decide I have to try to start a fire. I'm looking for sticks trying to stay focused. Someone jumped on me from behind, pushing me down on my stomach. I try to stand up, but they're pinning me. I feel...fur. It's an animal. It's going to eat me. Then I feel it bite down on my leg. The pain...it's unbearable. I can feel it chewing my muscle. I wish it would have started with my neck, so I wouldn't have to feel this." Clara's voice caught in her throat. She took a shaky breath and continued. "I'm trying to move, but it's too heavy. Then out of nowhere it's gone. I don't care what happened, but I know I need to get moving. I try to stand, but my leg gives

Tiered stone benches surrounded a circular platform, packed with creatures that made my skin crawl just looking at them. Pale beings with too-sharp teeth. Others wreathed in shadow that seemed to move independently. A woman whose skin shifted colors like oil on water. And the smell. Fear hung thick as smoke, mixed with something metallic that made my stomach lurch. “Welcome to the Obsidian Market.” The guard’s grin showed yellowed teeth. “Premier destination for discerning buyers with particular tastes.” They herded me toward a row of iron cages along the amphitheater’s edge. Inside the first, a girl who couldn’t be older than fifteen pressed herself against the bars, silver tears streaming

The elevator dropped not up, not to another floor below, or underground. I felt the shift in the air the moment we passed beneath the casino’s shell. The scent changed, no more stale alcohol and sweat. Down here, it was sterile. Liam adjusted his suit jacket. “They’re cycling through southern regions tonight. Mostly unregistered wolves, low-profile. We’re not looking for drama. You said you wanted someone distant. Someone clean.” I nodded but didn’t respond. My gut twisted. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like the idea of buying someone who didn’t even know what she was being pulled into. But this wasn’t about love. This wasn’t about romance. This was about surviving a curse that refused to loo

Ever since it first saw Carl, it had felt an inexplicable sense of suppression. More and more rare and exotic beasts gathered, drawn by the news—from the Nine-Tailed Fox and Jade-Faced Fox deep within Meditation Forests, to the Divine Golden-scaled Fish and Rainbow-winged Butterfly by Purifying Waterfall, and to rare birds and beasts from all corners of the secret realm. They crowded around the edge of the meadow, their gazes burning as they looked at Amelia and the Four Mythical Beasts beside her. Many of the beasts' eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation. They sensed the familiar aura on Amelia, knowing that their former Master had truly returned.

It was a huge phantom of a black scorpion. The scorpion tail moved, and the enormous phantom and the Wild Lion continued to fight fiercely. "It's the King of Beasts..." The Nine Netherbird sent a voice transmission. "The aura of that Black Scorpion phantom is extraordinary. Clearly, there is an expert present..." It was obvious from the King of Beasts' furious roar that his current situation was not optimistic. As his master, Zephyr Khan did not intend to let him die. "Let's go and have a look..."