Novel & Cerita Renegade Immortal Cultivation

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

In time, Isolde stood in the empty, abandoned estate in her lycan form. A tear rolled down her face from the mind-numbing pain of the shift, and before long, she began to prowl the road that leads further into the abandoned estate. TBC.

Because previously Zhou Fu said that if he lived in a place far enough away, Liao Zhu tried to understand that maybe Zhou Fu's area was a border area with minimal access to information. “So far, there hasn't been any Rogue Cultivator who has been able to reach the Saint Emperor level, as far as history records, the highest Rogue Cultivators are at the Saint King level and there aren't that many of them either. The sect's resources, guidance from teachers and seniors, as well as special manuals have proven to be able to increase the cultivation of its members. A sane cultivator would think a thousand times before leaving the sect to become a Rogue Cultivator.”

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

Now she was looking at Camilla, who started trembling slightly, unsure what to expect. - Take a seat. - The Mother spoke. Her voice was soft and enchanting. The girl obeyed instantly. - I have a task for you. A very important one. You are ambitious and hard-working. Those are personality traits I value very much. As you know, our land here now is barren and demanding. We managed to adapt, but it is a hard life. But out there are the great lands that offer unlimited options. Unfortunately, they are taken by our enemies, who would kill us immediately. That is why your sisters in this coven have to live like that, hiding from others. But it was not always like that. A long time ago, we had our

the figure spoke with distaste “Once again who are you, what do you want? And who is this Jhin you’re looking for?” Marcel asked him again “So you’re telling me you don’t know your own name?" the figure replied The unknown man stepped forward and Marcel saw that what the man looked like. Well calling him a man was an understatement seeing as he was just the same age as him wearing a black hoodie zipped up to his neck with the hood on his face, he was wearing some expensive looking pants with black boots on his feet. Marcel looked at the part of his face that was visible before the stranger pulled the hood down and it was shocking because his face was littered with scars from his forehead do

Hundreds of pack members stand shoulder to shoulder with the forty awakened Nullborn warriors across the rebuilt courtyard, heads bowed in a unified stillness that no council edict ever managed to command from either side before today. Wren steps onto the grand terrace in a pristine charcoal coat, collar left open for the first time in five years, the old tripartite scar along her collarbone catching morning light with a faint, permanent golden resonance that no amount of fabric could ever fully hide again. Cassian, Julian, and Ronan flank the terrace steps below her, formal leather stripped clean of every council insignia, marked instead with a single silver leaf crest worked fresh into the

I demanded. “That’s where things get a little Tricky, Toby.” Judencia sighed. “Hannah is a royal. They have the distinct ability to survive the loss of a mate. There was a time where it wasn’t uncommon for enemies of the crown to target the King’s mate, so the moon goddess blessed them with the ability to survive without each other.” “Then what exactly is the problem?” I asked, irritated at the lack of a direct answer.

Elena needs to be born in a place of mortals, away from immortals, away from Wysteria. "Forgive me your majesty for what I'm going to do, but even if you're destined for her, you can't protect her from something that wants to kill Elena," Sicario whispered words he wanted to convey to the king of Valeria. His oration also began. The surroundings are lighting up and his power will start to come out. He performs one of the forbidden rituals, turning an immortal temporarily mortal. It can remove the smell of an immortal while living as a mortal on the surface world. He will stay away from the demons who are chasing the immortals who have no opponents.

I listened through the schoolroom windows while scrubbing floors, teaching myself math until I could calculate numbers faster than the noble kids sitting at the desks. They treated me like trash, but inside my own head, I belonged to no one. "You arrogant rat!" Mara raised the whip again, her arm shaking. "I'll teach you a good lesson on behalf of our Alpha, right now!" The whip came down hard. Riven, my wolf, spoke inside my mind. 'Drop the bottle! Let her hit it! Rook will break her jaw if she smashes one million dollars!' 'Rook won't listen to a servant,' I responded. 'He'll just say I dropped it on purpose and try to frame her.'