Quest To Kill The Wither 18 Novels & Stories

, Mariana said quickly, through mind link. They did what they were told, "Fifty down, more to go”, Mariana muttered. Selene switched between her electrokinesis and geokinesis, using the tree roots to grab several witches while Jax ripped their heads off. Theo and the warriors were having a bit of trouble killing the rogues, the witches cursed them, making them completely feral. The only way to kill them was by ripping their hearts out or heads off. “Rip their fucking heads off or soul less hearts out”, roared Nick, Theo’s wolf, mind linking the warriors.

Her video caption read," Haha! The discarded Alpha." I had been marked by Enzo for so long that so many people knew about us—including the news and the cause of my death. Many people who had long disapproved of Enzo's ways rushed to show their support. "It's unbelievable that in this day and age, someone could still do something so cruel to his own Luna and pup!" "Now you know how to wail? Where were you when you left a pregnant she-wolf in the hunting grounds?" "That blonde-haired she-wolf named Charlotte must have some powerful charm magic—to make an Alpha go mad enough to harm his own mate."

Then I turned to her and asked, “Are you sure, Kitty? If this works, I will have to change you into a werewolf on the third full moon after your marking.” "Yes, I want to be with you forever.” “OK,” I placed her on the bed and got up to go to the cabinet. I took out a vial of my venom, which I kept just in case. “This is my werewolf venom, you would have to drink it before I bite you.” She took it from my hands and she opened the cork. She arranged the tube at her mouth. “Slowly,” I told her. She sipped it until it was all gone. “How do you feel?”

The realistic expression and reaction impressed the gamer in him. “I understand. Life is tough on everyone. My ma passed away when I was young too. How about this, if you can prove to me that you’re not just going to die on me if I make you some armour, I’ll send you off with a little something that could help you a long way.” Zen saw a new window popped up in his vision and quickly read the triggered quest. [Quest: Heart of a Crafter Part 1 Requirements: NA Objective: Hunt Orange Armoured Slimes

Low murmurs ripple through the hall like a rising storm, the weight of unspoken judgments pressing against my chest. The elders, draped in ceremonial robes, move toward the central platform with the solemn grace of those who have seen centuries of bloodshed and hard-won victories. Their faces, etched with wisdom and battle scars, remain unreadable as they take their places. In the middle of a circle of wolves, a frail, trembling figure curls inward, barely clothed, her skin too pale against the flickering torchlight. A vampire—small, human-like, and fragile-looking—yet undeniably dangerous.

“The problem is that they’ll recover. What happens when they recover then? You don’t think they’ll come after us? I didn’t want to kill Aeron. My target was Zara, remember? That way, the werewolves would have been too weak to even come after us. She’s the one who ties them all together.” “And now that I’ve killed her mate, I’m sure vengeance will be on her mind. And she’ll be completely on the werewolves’ side, no matter whatever the moon goddess told her about picking sides. That’s why we need to finish that ritual soon. And we need silvergrass for it, so off you go.” I peeked out from behind the tree and watched as the other witch, who looked rather young, walked off with a small basket in

The creature staggered but didn’t go down. Vasquez aimed for the head. A loud crack. The beast shrieked, stumbling back. But then it twitched and kept moving. I gritted my teeth, “It’s not going to die that easily.” Alden cursed under his breath, “Then how do we kill it?” I swallowed, feeling bile rise in my throat, “The spine. Sever it completely; like those zombies of a thing, or you target wherever you see sew ins.” The creature snarled, eyes locked onto me. My pulse thundered as it charged again. I barely had time to react before Alden shoved me aside, meeting the attack head-on.

Her jaw tightened. “Who?” A cruel smile curved beneath the mask. “The Hollow Titan.” Seraphine inhaled sharply. The Hollow Titan was ancient. A fallen immortal who devoured magic itself. Killing it was suicide. “Second,” the council continued, “the Blood Queen of Veyra.” Seraphine clenched her fists. “And third,” the voice finished softly, “the Ash Serpent.” Her heart sank. No one had ever survived even one of those hunts. They wanted her dead.

We ran for our lives toward the final quest area. “Cap! There’s something around its neck!” Caesea shouted from a nearby tree. I glanced back. “It’s the final reward! Formation C! Jaelor, shift!” Jaelor became a massive brown wolf and lunged, biting the tip off one tentacle. The kraken let out an ear-splitting shriek that made me clamp my hands over my ears. “I’m going to cut you open!” I snarled. Pulling two daggers, I launched myself from a falling tree and landed on the creature’s neck, burying both blades deep. Purple blood poured out as I started sawing with everything I had, trying to free the reward.

No, not to defeat him, but to kill him. We looked at the Lycanthrope in front of us, who was so strong and speedy. Kyson Night.. Yes.. He is Kyson Night.. A strong Lycanthrope.. The last Lycanthrope in existence. “I want to kill them,” Celia growled menacingly. “Yes.. We should kill them,” I whispered in a vicious voice. ‘Kill them.. Kill them.. Kill them..’ That thought kept popping up in our minds. I created more and more water whips, as much as I could.