Novel & Cerita Night Furies In Real Life

Not now. Sienna awaited me in the training grounds, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face. "Look who’s still alive," she said, shaking her head. "I thought you’d sneak away in the night." I remained silent any response seemed pointless. Her smile widened. "Not talking, huh? Good. Let’s see how long that lasts." Thrown Into the Chaos The warriors of the Nightfang Pack were merciless. They trained with an intensity, ruthlessly that revolved around dominance and brutality. Their goal was not merely to win, but to obliterate and destroy.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

and I knew a lot of shortcuts on the way there to confuse them. "Do you have a gun? Hold on to something!" I turned the wheel hard to the right again, taking out a few members of Nightshade, sending them skidding along the ground as sparks came up from the wet pavement. She scoffed. "Shifters don't carry guns!" "Well, after this, I think we should!" I cut the wheel hard to the left sharply, taking out a few more on motorcycles that were creeping up beside us, creating spectacular wipeouts. "Is Cruz still back there?"

Dragon Fury is a constant amidst the frustration of always being permeated by this intense pain from the past, the memories of the hot sand against your face under the scorching sun making adrenaline run free through your body when you receive the order to pull the trigger. It's so It's disturbing to feel how something is terribly wrong, maybe it's the need for adrenaline or the hatred running through your veins, but finding Fort George full of Italians scattered around corners is not a good sight. Since we set up the club, we have shared the city under the control of the Italian mafia, it was difficult to conquer a space, but we were not going to leave behind the gringos. Gradually they rea

Kassandra's POV: It has been four years of hell since my parents passed away and people are astonished that I am still alive without my wolf. They think i am weak. Today is my 18th birthday and I am hoping I can find my mate and since highschool is almost over I am debating if I want to run away and live as a lone wolf in the human city. For the past four years I have snuck out of the pack house everynight to let my wolf out and train so I am not weak. I also learned recently that alphas commands don't work on me which has me puzzled.

"Miss Rebecca, how does it feel to date one of the most powerful men in Fangford?" "Miss Rebecca, are you truly in love with Mr. Reyes—or just using him to erase your past?" Their questions clawed at me, sharp and unrelenting, as blinding lights seared my vision. The world around me narrowed until I could hear nothing but the pounding of my own footsteps against the polished floor, the ragged rush of my breath hot in my chest. Jessica’s grip on my hand tightened like an anchor, steadying me against the storm. Flanked by towering guards, we were guided swiftly past the chaos and into the arena, leaving the clamor of cameras and accusations behind.

It's obvious that the cunning bastard has a smirk on his face by now. “So her powers have finally manifested, that makes things so much easier. She's naive, and she won't know how to control her powers.” I wipe the sweat off my forehead. “I don't think she's naive because she knocked me out with her powers.” Galen remains silent. “I need her back alive,” he mutters quietly. The girl is literally made of fire, how the hell am I going to bring her back without being burnt to a crisp? Galen knew all along that Freya wasn't even human, and he still bothered to send me on this suicide mission without proper intel.

But my biggest concern is that I accidentally leaked my identity. Back in the day, I was training to be in my Pack's special force after college. They sold it to me as a fantastic career choice when I was young and naive. But let me tell you, the reality of being in the special forces was far from the luxurious dream I had imagined. Out of all the werewolf Packs I've encountered, The Dark Fur Pack had the most inhumane training methods. It's made me both fear and despise my former pack for their viciousness.

She is gone before I can utter one word, “MATE” I ran after her, she is already in the midst of the battle. Taking out vampires and rogues alike, she is a fucking force of nature. I shift into my wolf and let Fury out to play. We plough through rogues and vampires, ripping them to shreds. We fight for what seems like hours, until finally the enemy is lying dead.