Novel & Cerita Owl House Emperor Belos

“We can bring them back to the pack cells for now.” “Happy to torture them for you,” Alex offered. “After all, I’m sure you have better things to do.” “These motherfuckers showed up here on my wedding day. There’s no fucking way I’m not going to torture them myself.” Blake’s eyes turned evil. “I want at least a few minutes with them. Then they’re all yours, Adalwolf. Luke, find some warriors to sniff the rest of the place out to make sure there are no others.” “On it,” Luke replied, heading back toward the wedding.

For that reason, the Witches guild established the witches main guild for the Beast Empire in Fure city according to an agreement with the Beast Empire Emperor. The Werebeast Emperor didn't like being around people let alone humans of equal strength in his own area. Imperial main city for the Emperor is his territory that should not be polluted by the owner of the power like witches. So he sent them to build their branch in the place where his confidant; Olun's family could keep an eye on them.

"Chase is advancing to a martial divine emperor in Earth Emperor Heaven right now. He'll be arriving at Boundless Spiritual Heaven any moment." "Are you serious? You're not messing with me?" Olivia asked frantically.

Our child pulsed inside her like a tiny star refusing to fade away. “Eloise,” I murmured, touching her icy cheek. “Don’t leave me.” The creature turned its head toward her, and the hole in its chest opened wider. “Marked Luna,” said that thing. “Broken Omega. Consecrated Womb. Blood of Two Destinies.” My body went rigid; Gref bared his teeth. I won’t let him touch her, my wolf growled. Neither will I, I replied. Emmett was still kneeling beside Eloise, his hands outstretched toward his sister. His power enveloped her in a silvery glow, but his face was covered in sweat and tears. He was a child holding a door that no creature his age should be holding.

The crowd parted like the Red Sea, terrified of the man who had just held a sword to the Prince’s throat and lived. The Throne Dais. The Shadows. High above the ballroom floor, hidden behind a mesh screen, sat the old Emperor. He sat on the Dragon Throne, watching the chaos below. He saw his son, Lysander, trembling and humiliated. He saw Elara crying. And he saw Cyprian Hale walking away, his back straight, his power undeniable. The Emperor tapped his long, jeweled fingernails on the armrest. "The Wolf has grown too big," the Emperor wheezed to the Shadow Guard standing behind him. "He has gold. He has iron. And now, he has a woman who knows how to use them both."

"You—all those years—every appointment, every IVF treatment—" "Every moment I earned your trust." Doctor Owen shifted back to his true form—Now Mr Belarie—stretching like he'd been wearing uncomfortable clothes. "Just like you wolves shift into your beasts, EmberBorns can shift into any shape we desire. Any face. Any voice. It's one of the many reasons hunters wanted us extinct. I can take on your face or yours," He was pointing at each of them, "Or yours."

With her eyes dims in their color, she smiles as the ten of them bao’s in unison and with the greeting words. “In your command, we heed, our Master, top assassin and blood of the vessel holder, Christine Emie Oliver.” “I gladly accept, Ten Commandments.” To the adorn throne like room and hall, where prestige and known arts are displayed and mirror from the original world. With the hallway that can be describe as a gallery, a crying woe echoes to a seemingly in a façade of wants and sin of a blooming garden. “Now shall we start?”

He said and Roselle wondered how just his words could so easily made her heartbeat mellow out a little. It felt as if that at long last, they were finally standing before the emperor. The moment Roselle looked at the emperor, she was surprised. She had expected the werewolf emperor to be someone so terrifying she would probably be covered in shivers all over her body just by standing before him. However, to her bewilderment, she felt none of that. Granted, the emperor was a big man, but she actually thought to herself after having a good look at him that he was not terrifying.

"No, it's not. Onlion has been here since he was a child anyway. He was only a few months old when I brought him over from the carcass of his mother's body. So he wouldn't pounce on someone by my side. Unless I give him an order," "Unexpected," Olivia murmured, looking at the dashing and terrifying figure of the beast in front of her. ***

The little owl hopped twice across the table, claws clicking softly on the polished stone. King Ortiz didn't waste a heartbeat. "Commander," he said sharply. The commander stepped forward with a fist to his chest. "My king." "Gather the people fast. Take them underground. Now." "Yes, my alpha." He turned on his heel and sprinted out, shouting orders down the corridor. Ortiz faced the owl again, lifted it gently, and whispered in that ancient tongue only the royal house still knew-low, clipped, urgent syllables meant only for the creature's ears: