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a different man snarled, sounding like a predatory wolf. “I mistook my way. Please, my mistress will beat me if I am late returning with the fungi.” “So, you are a slave,” a third berserker stated. She caught a glimpse of him between the saplings, stroking his chin. “Maybe you would like to be ours. Exclusively.” He laughed, stooping low to whisper something which Beyla couldn’t catch, no matter how far she leaned towards them. All at once, she overbalanced with a loud crash, falling in the underbrush which snagged her bodice and did its best to rip the skirts of her gown.

Tears overwhelm Damian’s bruised face as he learns that the one who created him had somehow betrayed him. "I have lived as a child. I have been imprisoned as an adult for reasons unknown. My family is no longer with me and friends have never been there in the first place. I have been denied release… no! I will spring free from here, I will find Selene’s children! I will kill them all. My path is now clear! I will not be denied revenge. Selene, prepare yourself for a war you won’t believe!” Damian growls. He had promised to all of them that he would never be denied again. His memory was erased by the Sisters of Fate but if there is one thing that Damian can do it is to fight. The hands of dea

“I’m not saying I won’t get angry, Cazz. I’m not saying I won’t be scared. I’m not saying I won’t ask you to stop. I’m saying, I’ll stay. As long as you’ll have me—and only me—I’ll stay. The only one who’s going to walk away… is you.” His eyes darted back and forth, searching mine, his brow furrowed. He was sweating and so tense I worried his body was going to lock up. But he just stood there, gaping at me like he couldn’t quite believe any of it. So I reached for his face again, sliding my hands behind his neck and lacing my fingers there. “I’m your slave, Cazz,” I said with a wobbly smile. “Not because you made me do it. I chose that. And I’m going to keep choosing it. Every day. No matter

They were both grasping for explanations to comfort themselves. What Adrian didn't know was that the damaged ship he had dismantled had been sprinkled with beast-attracting powder. This was why so many beasts were attacking tonight. Inside the cave, the remnants of the ship further enhanced its allure to the sea beasts, causing both families to suffer this undeserved disaster. Five level-one spirit beasts charged ferociously at the Starks and Riggs in the houses. The scent of blood excited the sea beasts further. These five beasts were formidable opponents: two resembling jellyfish, two resembling sea turtles, and one looked like a menacing crab.

Unexpectedly, the Obsidian Turtle agreed readily and said arrogantly, “If I defeat you within three moves, I want all your treasures and you to be my battle slave!” A battle slave was undoubtedly a humiliating existence. It was as humiliating as a divine beast being a mount for a human! Nevertheless, Andrius laughed. “In that case… you’ll be my mount if you can’t defeat me within three moves.” The thought of having the legendary Obsidian Turtle, one of the four divine beasts, as a mount, seemed pretty fun, and Andrius immediately became excited. “Insolence!” The Obsidian Turtle was infuriated by Andrius’ new condition.

Only the Beast King Cities maintained a steady flame, but the Elk Tribe, where she now lived in the Southern Region, did not. Yet in her hands lay a slab of raw meat, and the hunger gnawing at her grew louder with each passing second. Clar had already started organizing what she remembered from the book she had read before her transmigration. The Beast Domain was divided into four great regions—South, North, East, and West—each ruled by a Beast King City. Between them lay the Dark Forest, home to ferocious beasts. Male beastmen could only strengthen themselves by absorbing crystal cores. These crystals awakened their abilities, but awakening came at a cost. Without the soothing presence of a

That much was plain, written in every growl and grazing touch, in the way their gazes tracked me across a room like prey. But that was only their nature. They were beasts beneath their divine skin, and beasts were always hungry, always reaching for flesh. To them, I might be nothing more than another body, another vessel to carry their dying line into the future. That was all it amounted to. They tended to me the way a man tends a good horse—waters her, lets her rest, keeps her warm—because she is his responsibility. Because she is his. And that was the cruel part. Care and affection looked so much alike in the dark. So much alike that a girl with nowhere else to go could fool herself into b

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

A slave turned into a beast right before their eyes. It was not only a beast, but a wolf of larger size than they had ever seen in many years...streaks of silver running through a dark coat and eyes burning red as blood, an air which made it necessary to bow down before it, even when covered with blood. At the edges, as usual, the whispers had started. “Impossible… a silver-streaked wolf with blooded eyes under the full moon? In a slave?” “Not just a wolf. Look at the size of him. He’s stronger than half the royal guard.”

“You mistake lives for possessions. That is why you crawl before me now, broken.” He straightened, his gaze flicking toward his wolves. “Let them crawl. They’ve already been defeated.” The Moonspire wolves growled low but obeyed, stepping back, their massive bodies still bristling with power. The two slavers, broken and whimpering, dragged themselves toward the trees, vanishing into the shadows with pitiful cries. The clearing fell silent again, save for the sound of chains clattering as the slaves shifted uncertainly in the cart, their wide eyes fixed on the strangers who had just torn their captors apart.