Obi Vs Grievous Novels & Stories

Time seemed to remain still. Liam's gaze met Rick's, and Rick felt a physical pull. The boy's eyes...his hair...his face structure... a perfect echo of smith, but still delicate and vulnerable. Rick moved closer, carrying Liam into his arms. Liam leaned against him silently. Smith's cold gaze came back. "Rick. Give him back." Rick moved back, but he still held Liam protectively. Smith bent down, lifting lèa into his arms. The tension between the brothers became intense. They walked towards the exit, each carrying a child.

I can only imagine what is going through her head. Graven looks like he doesn’t know if he should be on the defensive or not. He is well aware of the striff between my father and I. Graven didn’t get along with his father, but his father died fighting rogues years ago. Graven’s mom was also an omega but she was sold after she gave birth to him. I know Graven has tried to find her but he’s never had any luck. I think he gave up a few years ago.

I recognized their leader—Gray, a squad captain of the Ironjaw Pack. He crossed his arms, smirking as he studied me. "Looks like you've been challenged for your Alpha title… and cast out for failing to produce an heir?" "Shut your mouth." My claws shot out. A low snarl ripped through my throat. "Kill him!" Gray sneered. They rushed at me. I didn't defend. I only killed. Steel flashed. Blood sprayed. I tore Gray's arm off, but a blade struck from my blind side and buried itself in my abdomen.

she declared, her voice ringing out across the desolate plains. Liam, his gaze fixed on the approaching horde, echoed her sentiment with a grim determination. "We fight." The robed figure let out a raspy sigh, a flicker of something resembling gratitude crossing its purple eyes. With a wave of its hand, a surge of energy erupted from the ground, forming a series of jagged obsidian spikes that rose to meet the approaching tide. The battle commenced, a chaotic clash of light and darkness. Evie unleashed blasts of energy from her staff, pushing back the obsidian creatures with each hit. Liam, a whirlwind of steel, danced between the snapping claws and razor-sharp teeth, his every strike precise

Ojaswi gave the sharp warning. “Oh! really…” Levi approached her and grabbed her hair. Ojaswi rolled her eyes and scratched her face with her nails. “Ahh! My face…” she screamed and stepped back. “That will show your true face, you double face woman. Shishir is, right. You're just nice from outside but from inside you are rotten eggs,” Ojaswi said, dusting her hand. “You…” Levi grew more furious and stepped forward to attack her. But Ojaswi punched her nose and it started to bleed. Wiping the blood off her nose, Levi muttered, “great… you are trying to show your boxing skill… great… let me show what I have got…”

Heat rose in my body and my head began to throb with the boiling anger building inside of me. Giofré abruptly stood up, sharp claws started to grow on his fingers as he flashed his fangs. His eyes turned into ruby and before I knew it, he pounced on Tobias. He hooked his claws deep into his skin, ripping them apart as Tobias was pinned down on the ground. Giofré became ruthless and he didn’t give remorse to Tobias who killed his beloved mate, and every ounce of love I’d left for him, was replaced by hatred. As much as I wanted to defend him, to protect him from Giofré, to help him fight back, I couldn’t. I was too consumed with grief that all I could think of now was for Valerie to wake up.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

Sebastian's POV I sat in the back of my Aston Martin, scrolling through my tablet for the daily hand exercise game I did when I was stressed out. It was the most peaceful thing right now. The numbers and patterns kept my mind occupied. Kept me from thinking about things I didn't want to think about. I didn't involve myself in matters involving rivals. Dominic had been my rival since college. After what caused the accident of the Rossis, it separated the business deals between our families. Generational rivals. That's all we were supposed to be.

Even Drahzar, who had been so full and certain of himself moments earlier, stared at the pieced body with horror and disbelief written across his face. I stood there, frozen, as Levi’s eyes began to glow with a primal, icy light, his fingernails lengthening into sharp, black claws that sliced through the air like razors He looked nothing like the man they thought they had defeated. He didn't even look at me as he turned toward the remaining men. The remaining rogues rushed toward him, and he met them head-on. He was a blur of violence, his claws finding throats and chests, ripping through leather and flesh until the rogues were nothing more than broken, discarded piles of bloody meat on the

The claws are sharper than swords. I stood behind the one who didn't speak up. I grabbed the back of her neck, lifting her above the ground. Her legs dangled helplessly. Choked cries vibrated through her chest. I hated cowards the most. "Your... Majes," her words got replaced with a thunderous scream as I dug my claws into her back. I twisted them ever so slowly inside of her. Bursting every organ that I could touch. With each passing second, her breath became shallower, and her pulse slowed.