Runa Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What are you talking about?" "The Sire has no heir," Dalia said, pulling a small, amber glass vial from her apron pocket and pressing it into Aria’s palm. "Draven Ashford was castrated by the enforcers in the Hollow Pit—the old line is broken. If you carry Cassius’s blood, the captains will never allow him to cast you aside. Stop drinking the herbal contraceptive tea he sends to your room. Take this instead. It will clear your system within three days, and you'll have his ring on your finger before the winter is out."

“Huh? Work with me here, you fucking Alpha shit.” “Where is Rose?” asked Rune, after seconds of blinking without any concrete emotion in his eyes. “If you tell me, I might do as you ask.” “I am not here to humour you, Rune,” she replied and retracted her touch. “Rose? I don’t care about her.” “Just who the heck are you? This back and forth is tiring.” “Fine.” Her hands went into her pockets. “So much for an exciting reveal. Since you want to know badly, I am also from the Brunia pack. I am…”

I typed in waning moon pack and different links popped up, I clicked on the first one I saw, its title grabbing my attention: RUNAWAY IN CAHOOTS WITH RAIDERS. The Waning Moon pack had recently survived a raid only to discover one of their wolves missing. The Alpha’s son, Adrian, who had reportedly been a witness to the runaway assisting the raiders pack things- steal from the pack. The runaway in question was an orphan that the pack had taken in and looked after as one of their own. It is hard to believe that the goodwill of this pack could turn around and betray them. Goes to show you that there

He had a rogue Alpha who ran hot enough to melt winter stone and an immortal pureblood commander whose entire internal matrix had been permanently rewritten by a love that broke the stars. The autumn had deepened into late November, burying the alpine valley under three feet of crisp, shimmering white powder. Inside the stone-and-timber cottage, the massive brick hearth roared with a steady cedar fire, casting a warm, amber glow across the room. Runa, now nearly four months old and the size of a fat badger, was pacing aggressively back and forth on the heavy bearskin rug. His dark gray fur was bristling, his oversized ears pinned flat against his skull. Every

Julia maa said, however hearing Julia maa words a sudden memory flashed in front of Ravan’s eyes Start of Flashback “Ravan…. See this, it’s so beautiful…. I want to see you wearing this pitch black colored sherwani (Indian traditional outfit for men’s special designed for wedding functions)” Reva said Reva said as she hold a black colored designer sherwani in front of Ravan “This color suit your super dark personality Ravan” Reva added showing all her teeth’s when “Reva…. Hmm.. I have to go out for sometime… it’s..” Ravan was saying something when Reva shuts him in between “NOW..? RAVAN….. For god sake we are getting married today… and.. And you want to leave now…. What is it so important t

She must think me a mug if she thought I was still going to want her after all the things she had done. "I, Luca Hind, Third in Command of the Darkness Pack, reject you, Charlotte Charles, as my mate," I spoke confidently and then walked out of the room without another look in her direction. She had done this and now she needed to live with the consequences of her actions.

"She knows a lot already. I will kill her. You will confirm if she's your mate. I brought the dagger. Once she bleeds to death so quick then she's the wrong one. I want to prove that to you" "But..." The door flung open revealing Mia. She had opened the door, her mistake. Carly thought immediately "Carly?" A hand slightly pushed Mia behind revealing the second person. She was wearing all purple but with a ninja mask. "Hi" She said "Raven!" Luca yelled. He had fought little with her and had known how good she was. "I see the hunt began in a fresh way today. The report I got from my men is that your mimions at the south have been captured. You know I would need more experiments on your kind bu

Asked Patricia. Inara answered, "a conjuring spell." Patricia closed the large brown book and brought out a pack of small tablets, "a conjuring spell, and every other spell, can be woven with different methods, it doesn't necessarily have to be an ekphrastic weave, it could be an ode; it just depends on the level of connection you have and are prepared to give. And now," she said, selecting a small tablet from the pack. "We have the rune weave, the clearest form of weaving." She smiled, "which is why it involves no word at all, this weave is as literal as weaving can get. Rune weaves aren't written on a sheet of paper or a scroll, they're woven into the tablets with special threads and mater

Runa commented which Sarah nodded. Once upon a time, Runa was walking through the streets as she came upon a bar. This was a year after she ran away from her pack so she was a stray wolf. When she got to the bar she looked around sensing that there weren’t many packs here just humans and rogue wolves near. She took her seat next to a redhead and ordered their most spicy drink, The Red. “I should warn you, that drink is no joke.” The redhead said her thick country accent prickling Runa’s ear.

David could make out the form of a giant fox with nine tails. "Why is your hand glowing?" David held his breath in the momentary silence that followed. He knew once he spoke there was no going back but David also knew that leaving Satake in the dark would be a much worse scenario. "This is a sniffer rune. As its name implies, its purpose is to sniff out mystic individuals but not just any supernaturals. This rune is attracted to a demographic of rare and extremely powerful supernatural better known as relics."