Secret Calss Manhwa Novels & Stories

I see Jax out of the corner of my eye writing furiously in his notebook with a slight smile on his face. You ready for my birthday party? He wrote. Yes but I wish we could just do one party together. I wrote back. I am excited to shift. He wrote. I gave him a small smile in return. I'm terrified of him shifting. I'm terrified that when he shifts he will find out who his mate will be. I'm terrified it won't be me. Turning 18 is a big deal. College, high school graduation, and shifting all in 3 months. After about 45 minutes the bell rung for our next class. He scooped me in a hug and kissed me.

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“Nice meeting you, Niusa. But could you tell us about that green book?” “Oh,” she showed them the book. “This one? This is called the first-class grimoire. Every basic spell will be written here.” “Where can we get that?” Niusa was surprised again. “I thought you didn’t have this since your magic is far advanced. You could be at the S-Class.” Malaika’s forehead creased. “S-Class?” “It means senior class. They are the ones having missions to neutralize any threats lingering in Axum. They had to complete a certain number of missions to graduate. And once they graduate, they’d choose which elite army unit to be assigned,” Niusa explained.

said Monica softly as she handed the book over to Darryl. What was this? A secret martial arts manual? Darryl received the book in excitement. On the yellowing cover were two bold and simple words ‘Shadow Skills’. Shadow Skills? This book had quite an interesting title. Could it be another unique secret manual like Ascension of the Nine Dragons?

She even left Holly in the tiny house. Maria traveled quite a distance, until finally she arrived at her destination. Although she was frightened, Maria tried to be brave. Her tattered clothes and bloodstains made everyone in the headquarters of a secret security agency look at Maria with a scrutinizing gaze. Until finally Maria's steps stopped right at a table and there was a stocky man writing something down in a large book. "Sir, I need one of your members to guard me." The man glanced at Maria, then he leaned his back, trying to examine her then he folded his arms across his chest.

I blurted out. “I said I don’t care. I don’t care if you like someone else. I like you, and that’s not going to change.” He leaned even closer. “So don’t you dare ignore me tomorrow. Or the day after that. That’s an order, Secretary Gianna Magsandingan.” I swallowed hard. --- Francis’ POV “Handle it,” I ordered one of my men. “Yes, sir,” he said before leaving. I was about to walk out when my phone vibrated. Unknown number.

another memory slammed into her mind. This one stronger than all the others. A laboratory. Ancient yet advanced. Silver walls covered with symbols. People in white robes. A circle of thirteen elders. A book. A glowing star. Then a voice. Cold. Determined. "The Astera Protocol must remain secret." Another voice answered. "If it succeeds, the guardian will remember everything." The memory shattered. Elyra gasped. Her knees nearly gave out. Zevarion caught her immediately. His arm steady around her shoulders.

Deep beneath the city, hidden under the remains of an abandoned factory, a secret underground basement served as the meeting ground for the Black Claw Panther Clan. The air was thick with tension, and the faint light from hanging bulbs cast long shadows across the concrete walls. Around a large steel table stood several panther shifters, their eyes sharp and alert. At the head of the table stood their leader, Kael, a tall and intimidating figure whose presence alone commanded silence. His golden eyes scanned the room slowly as the others waited for him to speak.

In fact, it had only made him find everything more and more a matter of course. Another message popped up, still from Harrison. [Don't forget to have the hotel prepare welcome bouquets. Mandy likes white roses, not lilies.] The sentence was short, yet felt like a needle, piercing through my last illusion. I wiped my eyes and put away all my vulnerability. From now on, I only had one identity—capo of Narshe's Olsen mafia family. I dialed the hotel manager's phone once more. "Don't reinstate any of the services canceled just now.