Rpg Toram Novels & Stories

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

As for me, I was taken to the Rogue Pack by Derek. When we arrived, the entire pack was bustling with activity. I saw soldiers decorating everything—some were carrying wooden planks, others arranging flowers, and many were handling flickering stones that shimmered in the light. “What are they doing?” I asked, glancing at Derek, curiosity in my eyes. “They seem so busy.” “They’re preparing for our bonding ceremony,” Derek said with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. I froze. “Why so soon…?” I murmured, lowering my head, too shy to meet his gaze.

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“You are in the shadow fang territory, Aurora.” I froze. How on earth did I wind up with the shadow fang rogues? The cruellest rogue pack ever known, subdivided into three different clans and ruled now by the three ruthless brothers who were known for their wickedness. How on earth did I…. Bile rose in my throat as I shut my eyes tightly… holding down my fear and panic. No need to panic. I am fine, me and my baby. I'm sure that if they wanted to harm me, they wouldn't have gone through the trouble of healing me.

I was flabbergasted, "What are you talking about? Why did you—" "A few years ago, one of the members of our pack decided to join hands with the rouges. These rouges were planning on taking over the packs and building their empire from the very start, they have always wanted to gain power over every creature that exists in this world and they are determined to do it at any cost and that is why they are now targetting all the packs one by one," His voice began growing serious.

Gawain, Chad, and I still remain in hybrid form, however. Despite the security of the place, I can't calm down, and therefore neither can they. I continue to lick my soulmate's wounds in front of them while Nora tries to help me with her medical training, taking her pulse while checking her other vitals. My heart at the edge of my lips, I watch Lyra's bones heal under my licks, then her skin closes and becomes smooth again. His eyes, however, are still rolled back when I attack his leg. Only the fact that Nora tells me that her life is not in danger allows me not to fall back into impregnation while the smell of my mother all over her is driving me crazy.

a voice said from the far end of the hall, “but Queen Seraphina won’t be able to answer you anymore.” Ryan turned, voice sharp. “Who are you supposed to be?” The figure stepped from the shadows. He was tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark armor cloaked in grey, not black. His eyes burned with an old kind of hate. “I am Tamar. Leader of the Horax.” My blood ran cold with recognition. I knew that voice. “And the slayer of the Moon Goddess, Lira.” I stared at him. His eyes landed on me. And he smiled. “Lira,” he said softly. “We meet again.”

“Yes it’s me you coconut. Look, I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done but you better get the fuck up and finish this race. Aspen has delayed the vampire king a bit, so you still have sometime to win this shit” “I can’t. I’m bleeding and…I can’t, Amar”. “You can. Toreh, you can. You must. You’re a Tamac and Tamacs never give up. So get up and run”. Toreh felt a lot more encouraged. Amar backed away as Toreh dragged herself to her feet. She only fell. Fine. She would crawl. The slave market was very close anyways. Breathing hard, she crawled through the snow past the closed market stalls. They would be open tomorrow, she was sure of that.

“Healing and mana potions, medicinal plants, clean bandages, herbalist bags, and many other things.” “The Fire Mages are taking care of that.” “Good. I would not want anything to happen to you.” Rhobart’s eyebrows shot up. “Or anyone else,” Ayla added quickly. “Are you worried the Orcs will kill me, T’xoria?” he asked. “No,” she denied. “What does ‘T’xoria’ mean?” Rhobart chuckled. “Maybe I will tell you one day. For now, let’s hurry.”

My hand shot out as I smeared some magic-imbued blood on Soleil's forehead. At the same time, Soleil's swollen stomach began moving wildly, as if something was about to burst out of it. The thing inside her immediately calmed down when I pasted a suppression talisman to her stomach. Feeling worried that a single talisman wouldn't be enough, I attached another two talismans to her belly and used a roll of red rope to tie her hands. Soleil's black nails slowly retracted.