Romans & histoires Rosario Vampire Moka Akashiya

Alpha Makahi, who was only half shift, ran jumped on a nearby table, leaped into the air, shifted fully into Maka, landed on the White tiger’s back, nhe used his teeth and claw trying to tear at the tiger's flesh, but the tiger's skin tuff. The white tiger’s flesh was almost impossible to break, all the wolves were attacking The White Tiger, but no one was causing any real damage. They were being thrown around like rag dolls by The White Tiger. The Makahi, Montego, and Blaze were the only ones that were causing some damage, but not enough to weaken the giant white tiger. The women had already grabbed Charms and was heading to the door. Soko, walked pass the women causally, before he stopped

“Who's their target? It's the full moon, yet some people are after someone's life?” When she noticed that no one was looking at her, she gently vanished into thin air, only to approach the assassin who had already made a stir among the Pack members. Freya caught the assassin by the coat just as he was ready to unleash his third arrow. “Aren't you a werewolf?”

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

"I've missed you too and I hear you have tea and sweet cakes to entertain me. We best get on with this eating and drinking business so Ashrac can show me his newest acquisition." I'm grateful that she gets the hint and resists full out crying. The brides have always had a close bond. Now that Acasia is immortal, she will also bear the loss of my future brides. Acasia serves tea like a pro. There's no sign that she's capable of shifting into a large, ferocious red dragon and killing any predator who threatens her family. Her hands are dainty and sure. The sweet cakes are good, though the tea barely tolerable. I've never been a tea drinker, but to see Acasia happy, I'm willing to fight the urg

He massaged my breast before squeezing one of them. I moaned. “What’s so special about you?” He rasped and kept kissing me. I wanted him to continue this, but all at once he tightened his grip on my hair and shoved me back into a hard wall. I winced when a sharp pain shot down my spine. “You’re not special! You're a fucking bitch!” *********

The surrounding ruins swallowed the sound he made, a final rasp of defiance or pain. Then there was silence, Akira’s body limp beneath Asher’s blood-soaked paws. Breathing heavily, Asher shifted back into his human form, his skin smeared in crimson, hair wild, chest still heaving. He looked down at Akira, lifeless, and let out a guttural scream. Fury still pulsed through him, and he wished Akira would awaken, so he could kill him again for every person whom he killed that he loved. But he was forever still, and it was over. It was time to find Makena and claim his birthright.

Magic rolled outward in a perfect circle, bowing the trees, shaking the earth, and ripping sound out of the air. The Aswang shrieked. “You don’t know what you—” “Enough,” she whispered. It started to burn. White fire without flame, light without heat, and a shadow flaked apart from its limbs. “Tamawo,” it hissed. “We are coming. We smell the crack. We smell him. We smell—” She stepped forward, and the last pieces disintegrated. Silence slammed down. Her knees buckled. Umbra caught her, but darkness swallowed everything.

As she opened the first dish, the aroma of the food she'd always craved rushed into her nostrils. “It's Tteokkbokki" She blushed, inhaling the aroma. " And your favorites too…" Asher winked, as soon as the waiter dropped the cake. It was a full cake —just for her. * * * * * * * _________ Manga's POV: Yes, it's me. I finally declared that I'm a Lycan wolf. At least, I won't be hiding it anymore even though I can't be like other wolves.

ASHINA’S POV The main door flung open with a thunderous crack, splinters raining down from the frame. "Boris!" I gasped, barely believing my own eyes. He stood there, like a storm brought to life. His golden eyes burned with fury as they swept across the room, locking first onto me—half-bound, drugged, trembling—then onto Farkas and the startled Lysara, who was actually still standing near the other door. I could not believe that all this time she was here, making sure Farkas would execute her plan! Such a shameless mother!

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.