Renegade Immortal Manga Novels & Stories

Solomon tries to mind-link but is refused by Evan. "It would appear that she doesn’t have an inner wolf. And her scent filled with a wolf smell. Did you shift on the full noon? Christa." Evan turns his face and stares at her beautiful face. Christa was not going to tell them about the reborn. The moon goddess gave her another chance so she could seek vengeance. Being a werewolf might be a price she needs to pay. A victory was purchased at too great a price. "I know something is wrong with me. Can we just leave it to be? It doesn’t matter how I become a she-wolf right now. I need to tell you what is going on in the secret facility we went to yesterday." Christa squawks.

stood up with his feet under them. Pain shoots through his groin. He shook his head, feeling like he could barely stand. As he fell, Madoc closed the space between them with astonishing speed. His weeping runeblade readied itself for the final blow. At this very moment Ragnar felt a sense of reason wash over him. He knew that he had no power to stop a death blow and that his life was surely over. All Ragnar could do was watch the oncoming sea of ​​chaos. He was mesmerized by the glowing runes and dirges of his deadly sword. He knew that after a while he would feel a shadow bite, and if what the heretic said was true, he would feel the soul drain from the living being. Grim Skull's eyes wide

Time slowed. An arm came into my line of sight and pulled my arm from the rogue’s grip. “Who the fuck are you? We saw them first!” The bulkier one growled. Alpha Kane didn’t bother answering the question. His claws slashed through his throat in a fine line. Blood poured. The other rogue fell to his knees, staining the long train of Kane’s dark fur coat. “Please spare me,” he rubbed his palms together. Kane stared down at him, his dark eyes a glowing red. The rogue scurried away in a second.

Gather the strength he needed from this pack and simply get out of it on the night of the full moon bu damn the moon fucking goddess, the plan got destroyed the moment he met that purple-eyed doll. He never expected to find his mate and that be who has something he needed the most. His human self wanted the power she hax and his wolf needed her. So, it was a win-win situation for him, one way his wolf could be happy to have his mate with him all the time while on the other way, his human will have the power he needed to put an end to the revenge he had worked years to attain. Now her by his side will make it more easier for him even though he knew somewhere he was being unfair to her but did

Gwen replied. “Wait what? Absorbing what now?" “There's a legend called The White Wolf And Three Mates. It happens once every ten thousand years. A special wolf is born, by special, I mean having other abilities aside from those of a wolf. This wolf is always destined for greatness, and to achieve that, he or she needs the power of their mates," Gwen paused to check if Cruella was following, but she seemed lost. “So you're saying I'm part of a legacy now? How interesting is that? And yet I got banished out of the very world I'm destined to save." Cruella stated with a scowl on her face.

A network that dealt with thieves, smugglers, and people who vanished after stepping into the wrong alley. Selena kept her voice low. “Lucinda needs help,” she said. “She’s losing everything. Tomas is cutting us off. I want you to help her bring down the Vales.” Riker chuckled. “You can’t protect the girl anymore, so you want me to help her tear the house down?” “I will give you half of whatever we get from the fallout. Stocks. Inheritance. Everything.” A pause. Then: “Deal.” But his next words chilled her. “A child can’t plan something this big. Leave the thinking to me.”

Chapter 19: A Public Apology. Kael's POV. Gray fur loomed before me, growling. His eyes were glowing red. It was a menacing kind of glow. I saw his fury, ambition. It amplified mine. He was their leader. Whether a pack or a bunch of rogues like us, he was their leader. I could tell. But those eyes were not familiar ones. It wasn't RidgeHill pack, who had tried once before, and had left scathed. It was also not Darson, from Mountain Grove. It would have been fun. We had a couple scores to settle.

“Date unknown. Please specify temporal anchor.” Ren looked at me. “You’ll need to give the system the actual date. Speak it clearly.” “Use the Feast of Saint Morwen, 1143,” I said. “That’s when the village celebrated. The day I wore her the iron ring.” The system beeped. “Temporal anchor accepted. Phase correction applied.” Through the intercom, Ren’s voice was tight, almost breathless. “You… you’ve chosen… 1143?” I only nodded, silent. He didn’t know what it meant — and I didn’t need him to.

I slowly took a step back, wincing in pain as one of the twigs pricked my foot. I was barely breathing as one of the big wolves with black fur trotted towards me, sniffing. His eyes were fixed on my wrist, and he seemed to freeze before slowly backing away. He turned back to look at me one more time, and I felt a strange connecting to him. The other wolves followed him, and I finally exhaled. A shiver ran through my spine, and I looked around one more time, trying to figure out where I was going to go. If there was one thing I knew, it was that I wasn't going back to my pack. I wasn't going to anywhere that was going to bring me close to Damon and Lila. But I didn't even know where the hell

"Perhaps not. But the strength of a united pack will ensure that your rebellion remains futile." As the standoff continued, the air thickened with unspoken tension. Xander, breathing heavily, regarded the rogue with a stern gaze. "Your rebellion ends here. Your misguided ideals are no match for the resilience of a united pack." The rogue, defeated but unbroken in spirit, glared back. "You may have won this battle, Alpha, but the war is far from over." Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the deeper conflict that loomed on the horizon. The rogue, with a begrudging nod, retreated into the shadows, leaving Xander standing amidst the echoes of their clash—a resolute guardia