Pocong Mata Melotot Novels & Stories

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

He pointed. My blood boiled with anger, as he continued to spill out his nonsense. "You think this is just about power, huh? You're blind, Declan. My Luna is not a pawn for your useless game. She's my mate, and of course, you won't understand since you have always been self-centred and the only person you care about is yourself.” I hissed, struggling to contain the fury threatening to consume me, “When are you going to grow up, Declan?”

Each type has its own subclasses, each named after its strengths and weaknesses. Mitalonys is a Fury Dragon, so he gets his power from rage, making it his strength, but too much rage can take over his mind making it a weakness as well. Werewolves are always saying that their wolf’s strengths are theirs as well, but that is not actually true. The animal you shift into has different strengths and weakness than you do, so you must refer to them as so. Mitalonys can manipulate fire and rage is what affects his power, not mine. Without my dragon, I would be just a normal human girl, and probably dead by now.

he growls under his breath as he leaves the room. "What does your mom use?" Ash asks. "Fire-water," I say, wiggling my eyebrows. He laughs. "I'm honestly not surprised but why wouldn't she use what they have here? Somehow I don't think she's afraid of needles." "The stuff they have here isn't strong enough to work on dragons, so they made a hyped up version of it but my mom didn't like the way it felt or how long it lasted so she drank instead," I explain.

I had my paws to his wounded flesh as I supported him standing up to his paws. And just as all of this went on, we were too slow to realize he was gone. I looked up to the spot he had been a while ago and surprisingly he was off. “Shit!!” I said staring at the spot. “He's gone” I said pointing to the direction he had been a while ago. Conan had himself raised almost immediately the moment I said that. “Fuck!!” he muttered to himself realizing that as well. “This just got worse!” I said still staring at the spot.

I gulped hard, hating the fact that I was back here and the truth still remained the same. I was rejected by my mate. “Oh, this is Micheal, my best friend and the one who had been helping me. I told you about... Him.” I grimaced at the last part. “You did?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he assessed me. I didn't know if the mind link was still working. I tried it anyway. ‘It is not what you are thinking. Micheal is just my best friend so stop glaring at him like that and make him feel at home.’

The second our palms meet, it’s like touching a live wire. A jolt of pure, electric heat shoots up my arm and slams straight into my chest. My breath hitches. His fingers tighten, pulling me a bit closer. His eyes darken until the blue is almost gone, his pupils blowing wide. It’s the mate bond. Primal, terrifying, and unmistakable. My body reacts before I can stop it—a surge of protective, maternal grief for the baby from my past life mixes with the sudden, violent want for the man standing in front of me.

human. "Mate!" My wolf growled.

Serena’s POV The sun was down and it was time for the tropes to leave. Rachel and Zone already packed their backs and readied their armor. I didn’t have any but I wasn’t afraid. After all, I wasn’t fighting in the battle. I just needed my mother’s relic.

he said with slurred words and I was a little bit taken about by the last statement but to say it did not turn me on was going to be me blatantly lying and there was no reason for that, I was about to say something but he continued and I let him talk "But I knew you were going to be pretty because I would have been very surprised if my mate didn't turn out prettier than all the other girls I've been with because you're the queen you know and queens are goddesses" he said so slowly it was a pain sitting still and listening to him speak but I wanted to hear all he wanted to say because it seemed like the sleeping potion had an extra property of making people that take it vulnerable