Read Combat Continent Light นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Present- June 10th, 2033 (N.S.F.W.) I sigh relief as I step inside the hot spring pool. I sit down and close my eyes, allowing the bubbling water to melt away my stress. I had packed some spare pool clothes. I don't really enjoy wearing my neon blue bikinis. But, it's the only thing that I can wear because Vittorio is wearing my oversized military green board shorts. But on him, they fit perfectly. The orange sun is setting, turning the sky into a canvas of blues, orange, red, and yellows.

other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and all I want is blood every last one of them will pay And me and Tory will heal I was lost in my thoughts when my phone rang and I look down at it It’s Tory I just smiled it’s the call I’ve been waiting on I’ll finally have all their information and my revenge can begin it’s time they p

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

Adonia grinned. “It’s the least I can do, after all, you’ll be making your public comeback tonight. I want you to crush them with your looks and make them remember what it means to be a Konstatino. Hold your head high and tune out their negative comments. You know everyone in that room would kill to be a YOU, to be a Konstantinos. If they call you a daddy and Mommy's girl, Remember they crave it too,” she said with a certain fierceness in her icy blue eyes and Adonia felt a rush of adrenaline surge through her veins.

"I have already ordered the troops of the Area to prepare for battle, and they are standing at the borders of the Area. At this time, the war party of the tribe "Born in darkness" led by the Trust approached the boundaries of the Range, and the trust asked them to stop to tell them: "Remember-spare no one! Let them drown in their blood! - with anger delivered trust, and Battle for Areal began: every fighter tribe "Born in darkness" destroyed with the help laser weapons in their the hands of warriors tribe " Born under of light." Then with fierce faces of the warriors of the tribe, "Born in darkness" won the temple Area and exulted bloody victory. But in an instant their mood changed dramatic

Cinematic lighting, 8k resolution, highly detailed, vivid colors. > We have successfully kicked off Arc 2 with a massive victory!

"I have an idea, that'll help both of us." "What?" Jack asked, as I pulled on my bandana and signaled for him to follow me, he got the message and we walked outside to the front of the house, we were both trained in combat, but what style varied greatly between the two of us. I learned krav maga, simply because it seemed to be one of the better martial arts for me, whereas Jack learned, and later perfected, a style of street fighting called la luz cegadora, meaning the blinding light, it was almost a perfect outplay of my style, striking from the shadows, luckily, we were on the same side, not opposites.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

With one last room to check, I opened the door and saw stairs leading down to a partially unfinished basement. Satisfied with the room, I returned to the living room. “We will need a camera on a tripod, a computer, a few torture tools, a bullwhip, some chains, and enough wolfsbane to at least give off the smell as soon as someone gets near the house.” I tapped my fingers on my chin as I thought about what else. “Also some speakers.” “Why speakers?” Carter asked.

The light started fading, turning weaker and weaker. I couldn’t resist looking towards the spot where it had just shone so brightly it almost made me blind. But instead of the light, there was a shadow, a presence. A man. He was tall, so unbearably tall. Falling over his broad shoulders was a beautiful, thick, orange hair. Even in the darkness, the different shades made it look vibrant, like light was actually shining from it. He was wearing a white tunic, which stretched across his broad shoulders and protruding pecs, before it fell loosely around his middle, being tucked into his brown leather pants.