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The name fell from my lips in shock and confusion, my brain struggling to make sense of what my eyes were seeing. Duke stood in the doorway with his pale curly hair falling across his forehead, his grey eyes sharp behind those square shaped glasses he always wore. He cocked his head at me, assessing me with those grey eyes and then nodded at Cassien, a brief acknowledgment that earned a low grunt in response. I did the same thing, assessed him right back, not quite believing what I was seeing or hearing. Duke. Here. In the Black Rose base like he belonged here, like this...was normal.

The flowing white dress is nothing but rags, and her long hair is thin and wispy. “Cinis cinerem. Pulvis sunt pariter!” we chant together and throw the potions. The banshee goes up in flames, burning for just a few seconds before she’s reduced to a pile of ash. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a good vanquishing,” Tabatha says with a small smile. “Now, take me to my son.” We pour into the house, finding Evander lying on the living room couch. Lucas stands above him and wraps me in a hug the moment he sees me.

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood. But his grandfather knew what a powerful alpha his grandson would become, but he never imagined that he would suffer so much for not being guilty of anything. Aurora ran to look for her warrior son and found him devouring one of his enemies who was chasing him. Soon it was dawn and he would return to his human form and with the help of his pack who was also in mourning, she welcomed Delmom when he needed it. “Father, Delmom, he doesn’t listen to me, he has so much hate in his heart his desire is only revenge.

he says and drags my head closer to his cock when someone starts talking to him from the doorway. "Boss we have a problem downtown and we have to go right now!" The man from the door says and I hear him sigh before he forces my head up to look at him. All I manage to see in the dark are his eyes. It's almost like they are yellow in the darkness. I have never seen anything that frightening before and if I survive this I know they will haunt me in my sleep forever. "You just got lucky right now but when I come back there is no mercy for you!" He says and it almost sounds like he is growling. He lets go of my hair and I can feel how he has pulled some more of my hair out from the pain I feel in

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

her blood boiled at the side comment and she’ll be in her limit if she heard more corny puns from that monster What the fuck is wrong with this monster? I already met a bunch of infuriating assholes but his intelligence for a monster is useless and fucking irritating at the same time… who would have thought that he will fly that high and distance himself! My attack can’t reach the MF “What’s happening?” noticing the decease of smokes, Lich’s eyes wandered and find Christian

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER ONE JOHN PAUL'S POV ________________________________________________ The sun was extremely at it brightest today and the chirping of the birds could be heard, not too far away . It was just like another day in the life of the famous John paul cooper . I had wristwatches worth millions, a private jet to whatever island or country i want to travel to and most importantly chains of businesses around the globe . My phone was buzzing and i had to see who was calling and that was my secretary Penelope.