Stark Varg Alpha Top Speed Mga Nobela at Kwento

She didn't look like a girl anymore; she looked like a celestial event. Vargos, the High Executioner, didn't flinch. He was a mountain of a man, clad in armor that seemed to swallow the light around it. The Void-Iron spear in his hand was a jagged thing, forged from the cold spaces between stars. It was the only substance in existence that could dampen the power of an Alpha.

“What is your ETA?” “My, my, aren’t we an anxious little Alpha.” I chuckle. And in reality she is little. At 5’2” it’s almost hard to believe she’s an Alpha. Up until you see her fight and then there’s not question that the woman is all Alpha. She uses her small stature to her advantage – because she’s small, she is quick and agile in a way that male Alphas generally aren’t. But beyond that, she is also a smart and strategic fighter. I’ve seen her take down some of the strongest warriors out there because she used her brains just as much her strength. Thinking of what a badass she is is only making me again wish that she were my fated mate.

Victor found Anna too slow, so he grabbed her hand, then blasted the thrusters at full power. They sped towards the coast. Only then did Anna truly understand how powerful Victor was. The speed was terrifying. Equipped with the Pulse Halberd, Victor's combat power had reached 4150, so his speed had naturally increased significantly too.

I growl under my breath when I see SUVs in the distance. “Ruffle feathers.” She hums. “Good plan. What if I need to shift? To protect us.” “You won’t be as strong as you will be after the full moon.” I warn her. “And I don’t know how to shift.” “Deandr- oh. Nevermind. Is that them?” Paragon’s vision sharpens, making the details of the cars visible. “The placard says RH001” “That’s the Alpha’s car.” I lean in. “We can catch up to them.”

I told them. “Are the rumours about your pack true?” Alpha Rothschild asked. “Which rumours are you referring to?” I asked. “Are you really Carlton’s son? We heard you started this pack to go up against him,” Alpha Timbers elaborated. “The latter is true,” I confirmed without further explanation. “What about your numbers? Do we really stand a chance against the crown with your numbers?” Alpha Yates questioned. “Our numbers are growing with each new day, but a wise leader will tell you that it’s not about the numbers. Numbers mean nothing if you just have a lot of lousy fighters. Rather have a handful of strong fighters, than many weak ones,” I responded.

He didn't slow down; the massive influx of data gave his muscles an unholy, lightning-fast overclock. He became a mobile super-server of absolute death. He tore through the sniper lines like a viral deletion script, moving so fast his body left a trailing blur of golden electricity. In less than six seconds, the remaining eighty snipers on the western ridge were completely cleared from the processing queue, their broken forms thrown down into the abyss below. The sky went quiet again. The runic bombardment stopped. Down in the valley, the two thousand disconnected wolves gasped as their golden circuitry violently snapped back online, their power restored through their Alpha’s overdriven vein

This time Damien was ahead while we were behind together with the warriors deployed on guard led by Alexa and Tyron. Ella was with the third group at the very end. James’s wolf was now all gold and gleaming while mine was silver with the gold dot on my forehead because of the medallion that was under the skin there and it shone, which wasn’t exactly good considering we were supposed to be invisible but all it was already known anyway. We heard the roar of thunder and lightning flash all around us bringing storm and rain that slowed us down because we were close and on the right track.

Red strings connected various pieces of information, forming a web of information. “This is who we are against,” Victor said, pointing to a photograph of a man with a scar on his cheek. “His name is Sergei Volkov. He controls one of the largest underground organizations in Eastern Europe. He’s been trying to weaken my operations for years.” “And what does that have to do with me?” Olivia asked, her voice trembles. Victor’s jaw tightens. “Because Sergei believes you are my weakness. He thinks if he can get to you, he can get to me.”

a rough voice from the back uttered. “Who said that!?” Mathias yelled out – offended that anyone would have the audacity to speak of the supreme alpha in such a manor. “Well, it’s the truth!” the voice coming up along side Mathias. He was tall, big, muscular and with scars alongside his body transparent through his shirt. He looked terrifying and I stepped back feeling his wolf just under the surface. “Alpha Mazon – you’re are here early” Mathias addressed the rough voice without reacting to anything else coming out of the man’s mouth even though it was clear that he was infuriated of the words spoken about the supreme.

“Ax, Gunner you two coordinate with Ty, start moving the club shit out of here when he gives you the go ahead.” “Got it Prez,” Axle answered me, the guy was one of my best runners, built like a bodybuilder, it was no wonder the club whores circled him every time they were invited in. “You give much thought to the idea of opening a bar in the building out back after we move to the new clubhouse?”