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The House of Mortem; North of the Realm Kazamir's POV "Drink up boys. The enemy of Mortem is dead. I killed him with my own hands." Alpha Cassian bragged, standing on a table in the large hall, with a cup of wine in one hand. "This calls for celebration. Make merry, fuck to your fill, and drink till you can walk no more."

she paused looking to George for support. “You are to reject Alpha Ben and pledge to stay here as a omega for the rest of your life, otherwise Alpha Isaac will order him and you to be sentenced to death.” Maya’s eyes fell to the ground as she avoided my questioning glare. There was an awkward silence for a few moments. “I will do it, on the condition that I can at least see my mate to say goodbye.” I wept. How could the moon goddess allow this to happen to me? I can’t stand this. My mate was going to die either way. If I fulfilled my own alphas wishes and rejected Ben, then he would be misreable without me by his side. Alpha Isaac would kill him and destroy his pack if I didn’t do what he wa

I turn another page and my hands go still. The header is in Italian, neat and unhurried. Authorization code, Palermo operation. Beneath it, a string of numbers and letters that mean nothing to me, and beneath that, a date. Two years ago. The date Lorenzo Armenise was killed. And below the date, in the same careful script, a single word. Target. And the target’s surname is Armenise.

Being elite manslaughter, Mort and his team eliminate the foes in just a matter of seconds. Sumire was weakened, fall on her knee, and could hardly stand in the middle of the pool of blood and mutilated corpses clasping her throbbing chest when Mort scooped her from the floor. He carried her in a bridal style and she encircle her arms around his neck. Sumire buried her face in his chest and from there, an orb of tears escape from her eyes. Mort, on the other hand, felt her cold hands and her body trembled even though she look so serene in the middle of chaos earlier. The maiden sobbed in silence that his suit get soaked and he felt the hot tears streaming down his chest. Jaw-clenched, his co

They are made of mud and a mixture of dark power. Then the secret tunnel is ... It's inside Metanoia. "Now." Azure said as he took a kunai knife from his pocket and quickly threw at our opponents. Two were immediately hit in the back of the neck. Because based on our study, the energy of the Morosis comes from the back of their necks and once you hit them, they will die immediately. Just as Hygge did I also took the kunai knife and rushed at our oponent. We killed twenty morosis effortlessly. We gasped as we leaned against the large tree behind us. While watching the morosis as they gradually melted and disappeared.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Mortus tied the ropes to my thighs, legs, and hands at inhuman speed. “Last chance, let me go,” I snapped. Mortus took the back of his hand, petting my cheek, ripping my face away as he frowned. “This bond won’t do. Are you ready?” Morgana didn’t say a word, her mumbling chanting as she held the salve between her fingers glowed with a red tint.

The other one looks me up and down, though, and even though we’re a good fifteen yards apart, his gaze feels like a physical touch. Heat rises in my cheeks, and I quickly turn away. “Curfew is at ten p.m. sharp.” Madame Aldine’s pale hand slides along the banister as we climb yet another flight of stairs. “Any student caught out of their dormitory past that time faces serious repercussions.” “What, like the guillotine?” I grin. “The Wishing Well is off-limits to all students, as it is crumbling and dangerous,” she says, ignoring my joke. “Stay away from the river as well. Even if you can swim, its currents are unpredictable and powerful.”

That was why he’d spent a small fortune on the obsidian mirror. He dragged the heavy black artifact out from under the bed, its surface so dark it seem to drink in the light. Ancient, jagged runes carved around the edges. The dealer had sworn it would turn their bedroom into a temple of filth if they fed it blood. Lila sat up, her full tits swaying. “That thing is creepy as hell, Marcus.” “That’s the point baby,” he grinned, pulling out a small ritual knife. “One drop each. Then we fuck in front of it. Supposed to make everything… intense.”

As if he was used to all of this. “It’s better for you to start! If you delay, the system will decrease your points, and if you lose all of your points, you’ll be deleted from the system and the game!” a voice hissed right behind my ear. I jumped in fright. I swallowed as I turned toward the source of the voice. I wished I could erase that smug smirk off the masked man’s face. “Points?” I asked in confusion. “Lose your points… lose your soul,” he explained. “You start with three points in your inventory. Every time you do not entertain the audience, you lose points and hearts—then you will die forever!”