Skye Zaizen Novelas e Histórias

Sky, turning from the witch, countered that numbers might not guarantee victory and prepared to demonstrate her power. As the witch pondered her next move, her head exploded unexpectedly. The shock from the onlookers fell to their knees, exposing their necks in submission, confounded by her abrupt end. Sky, with a smile, returned to Max. Upon reaching him, Zion transformed back into his human form. Sky knelt, telling Max she couldn't forgive him for his actions, that she lost her first and second mate and now her children because of him, and that he wouldn't escape easily. She declared that death would be too kind of a release, and she would not grant it; instead, he would perish in the dung

“I carry her blood making me one of this pack, but Thorne is my mate…and I come with a proposal.” Zaphyr rose slowly, I could tell he was even more angered. “You dare walk in here…” “I dare because you should be afraid!” I snapped. “The Star Raiders have a dire wolf now in their midst, Elena has shifted. Imagine if she decides to take the Star Raiders army and march here to this pack and avenge the years of you maltreating her… you’ll need allies soon.” Zaphyr paused, I watched his face. He was shocked to hear that she had shifted.

My blood boiled in my veins. I opened the door to the dressing room forcefully. Tears were streaming down my face as I looked at him. “Filthy? Slave? That’s what you really think of me!?” “Isn’t that what you are?” His reply was so cold it stunned me. “You were a fool to think that I would ever mate with you, even if the Moon Goddess fated it.” I blinked. What? “I reject you, Skye. I, Alex Wilder, reject you as my mate.”

At five o'clock, Sazkia was finished with her dawn prayers. She immediately folded the veil and walked towards the black backpack which She placed next to the place where She slept. She took the powder and rubbed it thinly on her face. She wears a black head scarf, as a suit for the Gajah Mungkur campus uniform, her favorite campus.

I said absent-minded. Aunt Maya came in and shut the door gently behind her. She sat by my bedside. She was all dressed up for the ball. "The king sent a special invitation to your father and his household." Are you not coming dearest?." "I'm not coming, Aunt Maya." "Your sister Ava is going to become a Luna, the head of her late mom's pack." "She abandoned the family; she abandoned dad." "She's ashamed of being an omega like dad and I." I said.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Lightning flashed across the heavens, and thunder answered with a deafening roar that shook the very ground. Aria stood motionless amid the wreckage. Her hair, once soft and dark as midnight, had transformed into a luminous grayish white that glowed faintly, as if moonlight itself had been woven into every strand. Her eyes no longer appeared human; they burned with an intense white light. They were brilliant, ancient, beautiful, and utterly terrifying.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

A group of men loitered near the entrance, drinking and chatting—but their eyes kept darting toward the approaching car. The driver got out first and opened the door. “Miss.” “Boss.” The other cars emptied quickly, men stepping out and bowing respectfully. The leader opened the rear door and Skye stepped out. “Everyone here?” she asked. She was dressed in pale colors—her presence stark against the sea of black. Add her stunning face to that, and no one could look away. “Yes, Miss,” the leader said. “I called in all available members from the three squads. Ready on your command.”