Renegade Immortal Manga Novels & Stories

“Look! Her fur is white. I have never seen a wolf this beautiful before!” Nyx, a winter snow-white werewolf, has taken over Migumi’s body, her emerald eyes gleaming with fierceness. She was Migumi’s secret card. "Go!" Migumi commanded, her voice filled with urgency. Nyx darted forward towards the enemy’s direction. She leaped and landed on Charlotte’s back, her claws digging into her armor. “Argh!” she groaned in pain, her sword falling loosely to her grip. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the two warriors clashed. Migumi begins to gain the upper hand as she embraces the strength of her wolf she didn't know existed.

If she's only not ruthless, she will never suffer all these things. Stefano waited for a few seconds because Natalia might have something to say but she didn't speak. So Stefano pulled out the sharp sword and without emotion, it moved quickly, and just for a second Natalia's head was thrown and it rolled on the floor. Its eyes are wide open. Natalia's body suddenly trembled and she fell to the floor. Blood gushed out from its neck that had been severed from deep within its body. It was red and sticky. Stefano was not surprised because the body of the immortal is like that when the head is cut off. The body will not die immediately. After a few seconds of whining, it gradually weakened until

He concluded regaining his composure of hatred. Alpha Marlon was on his return from one of his muddy renaissance. He threaded the mountainous bushy path somberly in thick contemplations of affairs of his pack the Blood Crescent Moon pack more prevailing his begone family. The last thing he would have wanted to fall in his way was a brazen condemned witch. Something that disgusted him to the core! Yet it was not meant to go his way. He had an unwanted guest block his path.

It was not Yan Wushuang's head but the head of the Immortal Master of the Mustelid race. Yan Wushuang closed his eyes and waited for death, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, he heard the shrill scream of the Immortal Master of the Winged race. He subconsciously opened his eyes, only to see a headless corpse slowly falling to the ground. He gasped and thought stupidly, "It's not mine."

"She broke him. She’s going to use the tribunal tomorrow to strip us of our titles. She wants my crown." A low cough sounded from the darkest corner of the velvet room. A heavily cloaked figure stepped out from the shadows near the balcony. He wore dense leather armor devoid of any pack crests, and a long, jagged scar ran from his temple down to his throat. His eyes were cold and calculating—the unmistakable mark of an elite rogue who survived on blood money. This was Jarek, the leader of the Obsidian Daggers, a lawless mercenary group that operated in the lawless neutral territories.

She looked small, stuck, and miserable. In my past life, this girl had taken my mate's arm while I bled out on a marble floor. Don't worry, Kaia. I'll take very good care of Adrian. But that was a future Lila. This one was eighteen, half-dressed, and embarrassed. I didn't need to fight every version of her. I grabbed a replacement from the nearest display — same style, right size — and held it through the gap in the door. "Here. New one. Easier than fighting the zipper."

And then it all stopped. Gentri was panting as if he’d run a thousand miles where he sat before me. Tiny laid lifeless on the floor behind him and I wondered if the man was dead. The shadows of fear still very present in my trembling body, I dared a glance behind me. Where the Merdendi had laid, a victim of cruelty, he remained. But no cruelty was visited upon him. Around him men laid unmoving, bleeding and broken, pain visited upon them without hesitation. And beside him a man stood. He was not much different from most warriors. His hair was long and black, his height average, and his beard overgrown. He’d come a month ago and stepped out of the chaos of the hierarchy, and with him he took

Marcus chimed in. Pascal was left speechless by Marcus' words, and the rogue pack leader's face darkened. "Who the hell are you?" he bellowed at Marcus, his eyes bloodshot. Marcus responded to the rogue leader's anger with nonchalance, shrugging his shoulders and lazily remarking, "I expected you to be unable to read meanings. Your brain is as bad as I assumed." The rogue leader's eyes turned yellow, and his fangs emerged as he howled, "How dare you say such a thing to me?"

i snap and storm out of the office and out the door, i jump off of the porch and shift before i hit the ground. P.O.V. ren i can feel the wolfsbane start to ware off enough to where i could move. i slowly stand up and move to the bed and sit down. 'phoenix are you okay' i ask concerned 'im ok just weak, in an hour i will be back to full strength...we need to find a way out of here ren...the rogue that came in here earlier i know him he was part of the wolves that came the night your parents were killed." i can feel her strength coming back. all of a sudden the door is thrown open and four rogues come threw the door. i jump up and move as far as i can way from the cage door.

I know the romance is less because thats what I told you it's a sad story of redemption and coming out of vengeance of revenge than romance. Sinfully Yours. The story is dark romance with erotic content. It's like a faithful relation with a sinful obsession. So don't forget to give a try to my new story. You wouldn't be disappointed. I hope you enjoyed the story. Till the next Story adios.