Novel & Cerita Pollux Black

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There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name. James Bills, Black’s right hand man. There may be little or no POV’s in his name. Marigold Mills, Susan’s best friend/ James’ mate. There will be little or no POV’s in her name. Mariam Parrish, Susan’s mum. There may be little or no POV’s in her name. Jack MooreAsmodius], villain. Little or no POV’s in his name. Solomon Parrish, Susan’s senior brother. No POV’s in his name.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

With a grin on his face, Ethan stated, “Mrs. King, as terrific of a fighter as Derek is, Mr. King is much better. You'll see next time.” The confidence in Ethan’s voice made Luna smile a little. “Hey, what’s the black pill?” Luna asked, unable to stop her curiosity. “The black pill is a potent poison that’s only available on the black market. As soon as a person consumes it, their muscles will weaken, and their limbs will go numb. The reason Mr. King can still walk after taking it is because he’s strong.” A shiver ran down Luna’s spine. Luna had never taken the pill, but the thought of it still scared her. The person who poisoned Preston must be a demon incarnate. When Luna did not respond,

I demand through gritted teeth, knowing that I’m about to break my vow. “I can do one better. I can show you.” Pulling out a small vial from the inside of his jacket, Ismail holds it between his fingers. “This beauty right here is called Delilah. The high is out of this world and the come down… there’s no cotton mouth, dizziness, or shakes.” Removing the cap, he sprinkles some of the black powder on the back of his hand and uses the pad of his finger to smear it across his skin. I lean forward with my eyes growing wide when the powder begins to turn candy apple red, glowing under the laser lights.

Could I handle someone like him with that brooding, domineering presence? “Don’t move.” I instinctively held my breath as he suddenly leaned closer. “We wolves only choose one mate in a lifetime. It’s a bond of life and death. I will etch you into my memory so I never forget you.” “In that case, you should take it seriously.” With that, I pinned him down onto the bed. As expected of the black wolf lineage. They were all extremely strong and well-built. The sensation was exhilarating. “W-What are you doing?”

he asked with a mocking tone, as if proud of his cruelty. Hound's silence continued, his gaze fixed, the weight of the moment still lingering in the darkened alley. The alley seemed to grow quieter with every second, the tension thick and suffocating. Suddenly, Puck froze mid-sentence, a strangled noise escaping his throat. Blood began to trail from his neck, dripping onto the ground below. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned toward Hound, who stood holding a dagger. Its blade hovered over a small doll inscribed with intricate runes—the same symbols etched into Puck’s skin.

"Look how pitiful she is..." "She must have been framed..." "It's all that Evelyn's fault..." Austen watched her performance, his face an unreadable mask of stone. Then he held up the first piece of evidence. "The transaction records of the black market dealer, Derrick Bloodclaw," his voice cut through the hall, cold as a blade. "A list of all the forbidden substances the accused has purchased from the black market over the past twelve years." He began to read from the list: "Soul-Shatter Powder, used to destabilize a wolf's soul."

And there, behind an impossibly large desk, sat Dominic Blackwood. He’d grown even more dangerous-looking since the last time I saw him. Dark hair, cropped short on the sides and just long enough on top to be pushed back with careless precision. A sharp, cut jaw dusted with stubble, and eyes the color of storm clouds — cold, unreadable, and fixed on me like a predator sizing up its next move. “Amelia,” he said, voice like smoke and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. “Dom— I mean, Mr. Blackwood.”