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Although he may not possess the same overwhelming power as the other male, a distinct aura of strength enveloped him. He patted the nurse's back and swiftly left the room. The nurse, now standing before me, held up an injection. Its liquid was a vivid shade of red, and I recalled my mother mentioning that red often contained herbs used to weaken wolves, rendering them fragile and susceptible, typically employed in times of war.

An enormous army of more than one million cursed ones mixed with many strong cursed entities is traveling through the ruined city and wasteland and from many angles from the satellite. It seems like they are traveling while regrouping with many hordes of the cursed ones. With this army, even if it’s Alexandria, Aluria wouldn’t have the confidence to defend against it and come out on top. Or win without paying at a great cost. She quickly entered a string of commands into the notebook for more detail in the picture. The notebook tried its best with the limited resources it had on the machine as it tried to magnify the picture for more clarity.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

Ugliest and the most rotten werewolves. With his other hand, he tried to reach my neck. However, I instantly grabbed it and snapped the bones in it. Then I kicked him and heard the crunch of bones before he crouched down. He wailed in pain, and I hissed in return. Kyro took over me. My eyes turned red. ‘You deserve more for laying your filthy hands on my girl, you foul creature.’ Relaying through the mind link, I raised my claws in the air and, with a single, fierce moment, ripped his head off his body.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

My heart raced, but I didn’t pull away. “You’re cursed,” I whispered. “But you don’t feel like a curse to me.” “That’s because you don’t know what I’m capable of when the curse takes hold,” he said, voice rough. “It’s not just immortality, Aria. It’s hunger. Darkness. Rage that never dies. If I let you close, you won’t survive me.” “Maybe you’re wrong,” I said before I could stop myself. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Maybe I’m the one who can survive you.”

Was his curse somehow different from his father’s? My thoughts spread across my mind like wildfire on a harmattan morning. --- Raven’s POV I walked behind Ronan, who muttered curses under his breath. He didn’t take the entrance the Alpha had used. Instead, he led me to the left wing of the pack house, where there was another door. “Slaves are not allowed to walk through the front door. We don’t want our floors tainted by the stench of slaves and omegas,” he spat as we entered.

Kirsch frowned when he saw the caller ID before he answered, "What?! No--" He flipped open his laptop and clicked and typed and clicked and clicked. I had no idea what he was doing. All I knew was that whatever the other side told him scared him. "Kirsch? What's going on--" I froze as a picture jumped out on his screen, and I no longer need Kirsch's explanation-- In the corner was a wolf covered in blood with a pair of mad red eyes-- It was Cerberus, surrounded by countless dead bodies with blood all over his silver fur.

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?