Perona X Zoro Novels & Stories

It was very ruthless and a resolute punishment of Xiaza that she always used to traitors that have the guts to betray her and harm her. The silly zombie also gaze back at her when he notices Xia looking at himself, their gaze clashes bringing an unfamiliar and familiar electricity with each other. The gaze of the two became deep, their eyes never shifting away and the little black iris in the dull eyes of the zombie and the honeyed coloured phoenix eyes of the little girl swirled like a storm as if challenging which one has the strongest and influential gaze that can attract the two of them and will be the first to admit defeat.

We have to have trust in one another. "Thank you. We weren't expecting such manners from the females harvested from Earth. So you must know I am Zor. The females beside me are my fellow Makskins. We are the true prizes this Harvest," Zor says proudly, and Xiu slightly bows her head again. "Yes, we know who you are, and as for who is chosen first as the best prize...That is yet to be seen," Xiu replies and my eyes widen as the barely blanketed insult leaves Xiu's lips.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

, I pant out, not wanting the motion to stop. I scream out as I feel a sharp ping on the side of my neck. I feel Kia move forward, offering her canines wanting to mark Zander in return. “And I’m yours forever,” he growls. My entire body dissolves into a shuddering mess as I reach my climax while Kia bites down on Zander's neck, giving him his own release inside me. We're both in a panting mess as I hear his voice ring through my mind. ‘So fucking sexy, All mine, forever,’ he lays there looking at me in awe playing with one of my curls.

Lenora whispered leaning closer to him. "I have heard people saying you are the bravest person. Single-handedly killed many vampires and werewolves. But here… I see a coward and a destructive person," Lenora said. A nerve ticked in Zaros's forehead. His eyes turned red at her words. How dare she!? How fucking dare she!? How dare she call him a coward? Clutching her neck in rage, he pinned her body to a tree as he lifted her from her seat at his vampire speed.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

I explained as I leaned back to look at the right side of her neck and found an identical mark. “Our marks? Oh…we hadn’t looked.” Zoe said. “Let me see.” Gunnar insisted, moved closer, and pushed Zoe’s hair out of his way. “That… is different.” Zoe blinked and focused on my neck. I shuddered as she gently traced the new mark on my skin. Yep, this woman can drive me crazy by just touching my neck. Granted, we all know marks are a sensitive spot on any werewolf when touched by their mate. “It is different. I see the Petridis phoenix, but…it’s rising over a mountain and moon instead of a crescent moon.” Zoe described exactly what I was seeing on both sides of her neck.

Disintegrate. The warrior struggles up. Wounds closing where her light touched him. Skin knitting together. He rejoins the fight. She turns. Already moving to the next. A beacon of silver fire cutting through corruption. Unstoppable. Deadly. On our left flank—Zora. Her jaws ripping. Claws tearing. A blur of violence. Three kills in seconds. Throat. Spine. Skull. Her rogues following. Coordinated. Experienced. One of my warriors goes down. Overwhelmed. Four rogues on him.

They burst through the door at the top of the stairs with a fierce battle cry, clad in heavy armor, and wielding massive battle axes, silver swords, spears, and some warriors even completely transformed into their wolf form, but Zora resisted them, and he got back on his feet. Zora, a gigantic figure towering over the trooping warriors. He roared out loud to assert his dominance and instill fear into his surging opponents. He scrambled to grab an axe from Casandra’s stack of weapons, and with ease, he moved through the warriors with precision, skill, and ridiculous speed, taking down each warrior with deadly accuracy.

A thing utterly forbidden to her kind. He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.