Novel & Cerita Obi Vs Grievous

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"Grayson, don't forget, you were the one who broke your oath to the Moon Goddess. You were the one who went back on your word. I didn't hit you out of jealousy or because I couldn't move on. I did it because you owe me." Raven clutched her face and cowered behind him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she sobbed, "Grayson, she's lost it. She must've gone insane! You have to stand up for me." His expression darkened, his fists tightening until his knuckles cracked. Danger was radiating from every inch of him. Just then, Alpha Tristan's voice rang out from behind us. "That's enough!" Everyone turned to see him standing at the entrance to the garden, flanked by his Luna, Emily Cross, and several e

Richard Hale. My legal team was building the criminal case. By tomorrow morning Hale would know that the breach had been traced, that the Singapore VPN had been identified, that Cole Enterprises was pursuing every available legal avenue. His Mercer play was dead. His acquisition strategy was dead. Three years of waiting and one careless dinner with Daniel and it was over. Daniel. I picked up my phone. Put it down. Picked it up and called him. He answered immediately. “Is Calloway contained,” he said. No preamble. He had been waiting.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

Noah turned to me, took a deep breath and started speaking. "Azvameth, ex best friend of Aiden. He backstabbed Aiden and killed one of Aiden's employees infront of him. He was a total psycho and we didn't noticed it earlier when he was our friend. There is a whole backstory to him, but for now we should focus on the fact that he is back after years. And I'm sure that he is more powerful than before. We lost him years ago and now he is back to kill Aiden. Not to mention, Tyler and they were partners too so we might need to watch that part too."

A fresh droplet of dark blood welled up against the steel. The wolf inside me roared, a primal, deafening sound that almost broke through my throat, but I forced my knees to bend. I sank slowly into the wet gravel, my hands remaining high, my eyes drilling into Ravena’s face. I was waiting for the snipers behind me to get the clear angle on Ravena’s forehead. Just one second of separation between the knife and Isabella’s skin. "That's it," Victoria purred from above. "Look at the great Obsidian bloodline, brought to—"

However, no matter how desperately she pleaded, not a single cent came through. Ten minutes of fake crying later, frustration broke through her mask, and she snapped. “You bunch of broke losers! So many people in here and you can’t even scrape together one decent donation?” The mood flipped instantly. A new flood of messages filled the screen. [Any cops watching this stream? The suspect is right now under the Frostbridge overpass.] The tip spread like wildfire in the chat. Mira panicked and hurried to shut the stream down, but it was too late. The officers were the ones who finally ended her live feed.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the ghost of Leigh. I thought I had finished you off back in that dirty lab of that brother of yours.” Leigh’s scowled. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, you overgrown brute.” He snapped back. “Oh, I think I can,” Luka hissed, his eyes burning with malice. “I’ll smash you like the insect you are. I will kill you the same way I will kill that blonde haired friend of yours.” He pointed at Travis who was still injured on the ground. With a furious roar, they lunged at each other, a terrifying clash of power and fury.

A man like Malcom didn’t back down unless he had to. Which meant one thing. Vladislav was more powerful that I could have ever imagined. He was something else entirely. The tension in the air became suffocating. I had to get away. Now. But before I could even move—before I could think— A sharp pain exploded at the base of my skull. My vision blurred instantly. A guttural sound escaped my lips as my body crumpled, the last thing I saw was that masked man—the one with the obsidian eyes.

He also didn't make a move. Levi waved his hand to Lana. “All right,” he said. “Let’s go, Lana. Ovia has apparently come to his senses, and he has seen that taking this further will put him in trouble.” He turned around and abruptly, Ovia slashed him across the back with his claws. His claw cut the trench coat Levi wore, ripping the white shirt underneath and then the middle of his back.