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This evil cultivator let out an angry roar as rays of black light quickly gathered around him and evolved into a huge protective power. The black power was condensed to the extreme. Obviously, in the face of the threat of death, this person used some kind of secret skill. With the appearance of the black light, the lightning hand had already slammed down. Rumble! An earth-shattering explosion sounded. The two energies also collided rapidly. The blue and black lightning hand and the black light intertwined like two intertwined dragons and snakes, destroying each other. "Hmph..." In the face of the opponent's counterattack, Zephyr Khan just snorted, but he didn’t take it serious.

Lord Dimitri nodded his head signalling to Alpha Aiden that he will take care of Draven and he should continue his fight with the others. The leader of the Black Fangs Clan, Lord Dimitri and the NightStalkers Clan, Draven NightShade, stood face to face, their eyes locked in a deadly gaze. The Black Fangs leader was a towering figure, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. He held himself with a regal bearing, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intelligence. The NightStalkers leader was shorter, but no less imposing. His eyes were cold and calculating, his movements fluid and deadly.

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.

Raven Fall - a few hours earlier The night was still very young as the moon shone brightly over Raven Falls territory. It cast long shadows around the forest edges of Raven Fall as the Black Jade Pack’s elite force, fifty of the strongest men Jace could spare, waited silently. High-range electromagnetic rifles rested in their arms while their vests glowed faintly with pulsing blue power cores, and high-range motion sensors blinked across their wrists. “Check the west blind spot,” the lieutenant ordered in a low voice. “We sweep in five.”

Ravenna collapsed onto her bed, exhausted from the night's events. She reached into her clutch and pulled out the two business cards she'd acquired. "Soren Blackthorn, Alpha of the Blackclaw pack," she read aloud, then turned to the other. "Rylan Moonstone, Alpha of the Shadowmoon pack." She sighed heavily, tossing the cards onto her bedside table before forcing herself up to get ready for bed. As she changed into her pajamas, her mind raced with thoughts of revenge and the complicated web she was weaving.

The rear ramp lowered with a hiss of pressurized air, spilling a cloud of white fog onto the mud. A squad of soldiers poured out, but they weren't like Kazi’s ragtag mercenaries. These men were silent, moving with the synchronized fluidity of a single organism. They wore "Black Knight" tactical gear—full-body polymer plating that was resistant to both kinetic impact and energy surges. They didn't carry traditional rifles; they held high-frequency shock-staves and magnetic net-guns designed for subduing targets without killing them. Behind them, walking with the calm stride of a woman who had never known a day of physical fear, was General Fatima Nyosi.

Kellan asked, his voice low but filled with venom. “Kellan?” Ryan asked, glancing at him. Kellan rolled his eyes as he flopped onto the couch. Ryder stayed standing and silent. Ryan ran his hands through his hair. “Look, we can argue later. Right now, every second counts.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Iron fangs?!” Ryan said, his voice echoing across the Blacks’ compound. “Yes, boss!” The deep, disciplined voices of the men in black suits responded. “Tonight, we strike! And prove to them we are not to be messed with!” Ryan said, his eyes burning with determination.

They wear matte black armor, scarred leather, and expressions that promise violence at the slightest provocation. At the front walks Ronan Vale. The Alpha of Blackthorn looks exactly as I remember him. Like a powerful demon of the underworld, out for a leisurely stroll. He is huge, broad-shouldered, and terrifyingly still. His dark hair is cropped short, his face a landscape of harsh angles and brutal efficiency. He radiates a power so dense it feels like gravity shifting. When he stops, the ground seems to shudder in deference. And right beside him, matching him stride for stride, is Eli.

No one knows who Raven is, and the fact that she was known as the killing machine made people in the assassin community assumed her to be a man. Who would have thought that he would be a she? "Now, Raven. Let me introduce you to your new team. This guy with dark blue hair will be responsible behind the scenes. He specializes in computers, and he'll be a very great help when tracking and looking for escape routes." Mr. Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black.

I could see Damien watching me from the corner of my eye. We are your new security team. You’ve met Moses and you already know Shadow, let me introduce the rest of the team. Gentlemen, this is Reign Rose Raven, a.k.a. Ryven Rose. Reign, this is Spyder, Spencer, Micha, Hunter, and Blaze. Spyder and Spencer are Shadow’s younger brothers and fellow ninjas. Damien chuckled as I raised an eyebrow at him. You know, there one second and gone the next. I just rolled my eyes at him and huffed. Ninja’s my ass, more like cats. Jyden said walking in, and I heard what sounded like growls. Chill out guys, I mean that with awe. Jyden said holding his hands up in surrender.