The Grand Line Novels & Stories

Something in my chest that has been in one position for eleven days shifts. "Vienna reported in this morning." He crosses to my desk. Sets down a single printed page with the deliberate care of someone who has thought carefully about how to deliver something. "Prague went dark yesterday. Lisbon haven't responded to three separate messages." He pauses. His voice doesn't change — he's too good for that — but something behind his eyes does. "The degradation pattern is consistent across all five bloodlines. Starts eleven days ago. Simultaneously." Another pause. "To the hour."

He is really defenseless against Justin. ****😁😁****

“I know it’s not Frindom’s turn, but you did take the place of another, right?” “No, I just leapt on his back.” Nya looked at Slate for only a moment, seeing the expression on his face that said he was about to interject himself into their conversation. “Leapt on his back and prevented him from accepting the donation from the other kingdom?” Gavin asked. Nya half shrugged. “I suppose so. He still could’ve collected that fellow if he wanted to.” “No, I couldn’t have,” Slate said, finally joining into their discussion. “The rules prevent me from taking more than one soul with me on each monthly flight.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“You sent us out hunting for a Gamma?! You stupid shit. I sent ten of my strongest warriors on a suicide mission for your sorry ass.” Justin’s eyes lost focus. They could tell his was mind linking with his warriors. When his eyes refocused, he looked at Zach. “We’re done. My warriors are packing up and returning home. You are going to fight your own battle.” Zach flashed a toothy grin at Justin. “We have plenty of help from Hoh pack. We don’t need you, and if you want help with your territory dispute, don’t come crawling to us.” Duncan looked at Justin. “What territory dispute?”

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.

Blake interrupted James. James shrugged and continued. “Then, if not for anything else, don’t you want to seek revenge against Reign for killing your family?” “Revenge?” Blake looked at James and said, “Do you think Reign and the Emperor alone can conquer the world with Gu? They’re simply puppets to the real mastermind. He’s so strong that neither you nor I are a match.” James asked, “Is he a grandmaster capable of cultivating True Energy?” Blake nodded. “Yeah. Also, there exist different ranks of grandmasters. Becoming a grandmaster and being able to cultivate True Energy doesn’t equal invincibility. You’ll understand once you step into that realm.”