Pokemon Savage Mga Nobela at Kwento

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

Now, in the absence of questions, I will call you by your code name and you will stand, when I am done, you can go back to the training ground, but Sophia has to stay back to make more copies of this booklet" she hesitated. She called their code names, they were able to recall the names given to them and they stood according to the order of their names when she was done, they saluted and matched out. Sophia took the booklet from her and left too. *** Flying dragon met him drinking alcohol instead of eating the food he had ordered. It's been almost five hours since he has been like that, drinking whiskey and tapping his foot on the floor, he doesn't need to be told that he's angry. What happe

The man shrieked in pain and tried to fight them off, but they just kept biting harder. Charlie, please get here, Lia prayed silently. No sooner had the words echoed in her head than a man came running up the sidewalk like his ass was on fire. "Holy shit," he swore as he saw the two wolves. "Help me," the man screamed. "Get these beasts off of me. I'm bleeding."

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

Author Pov Rose entered her apartment breathing heavily. She clutched the side of her waist as she again burst out in tears of helplessness. Now she understood the depth of pain that man had gone through. He had changed so much. She had turned him into utterly a different man. Harry. The innocent sweet boy she used to know has turned into a vicious rugged man. His body proportion. His height. Even his aura had turned him into a scary adult. His rugged muscular body can easily empower her anytime he wants. His cold scary aura can kill her just by his presence.

"She knows a lot already. I will kill her. You will confirm if she's your mate. I brought the dagger. Once she bleeds to death so quick then she's the wrong one. I want to prove that to you" "But..." The door flung open revealing Mia. She had opened the door, her mistake. Carly thought immediately "Carly?" A hand slightly pushed Mia behind revealing the second person. She was wearing all purple but with a ninja mask. "Hi" She said "Raven!" Luca yelled. He had fought little with her and had known how good she was. "I see the hunt began in a fresh way today. The report I got from my men is that your mimions at the south have been captured. You know I would need more experiments on your kind bu

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

Beloved slave? My gaze darkened at the mention of another man's name. Of course, I know who Lucas is, I put him in charge of the fighting pit. Those werewolves aren't just any wolves; twenty of them from that pit will be able to take on armies of a hundred werewolves. I created the competition to help the wolves become more self-sufficient in battle, rather than relying solely on their wolf side. “Do you believe I'm a complete moron? I have eyes everywhere! You were rumored to be playing around with that man. That wolf will lose his hands today because of you, so you will remember who you belong to.” Her eyes widened in horror. “T- that's not true! He was only introducing himself to me!”

One time, he raised a plan of burning the forest along with the dead in it, yet met great resistance from Marcus and other senior officers; the wrath of nature must not be taken lightly, they reasoned. “Go report to the king of what is happening here, lad.” Said a man approaching from behind. The man had a long scar on his closed right eye, and a mustache reaching both his pale cheeks. He clapped Norman’s shoulder then sat steadily on a wooden log right in front of Norman, saying, “I’ll hold the undead here while you must bring reinforcements from the capital.” “I never knew a duke can be ordered by a man lower than him.” Norman joked, having no malice in his words. He took off his helm and

One year ago… I shouldn’t be here… My eyes narrowed on his tattooed knuckles as his grip tightened over the motorbike handlebars. And not just any motorbike. It was a freaking Ducati Panigale V4 R. I didn’t know what made my body burn hotter. The beauty of the metal gleaming beneath the lights or the beast of a man sitting on it. Holy shit. I was standing inches from Darius Monroe–aka the Savage–in the blazing hot, over six-foot tall, golden, muscular flesh!