Romans & histoires The Untamed

I don't want my mother's beloved kingdom to be in a demon's hands. I walked and left her there dumbfounded. No one should ever insult me for I know everyone's secret and how I can take them down in a minute. I know they are planning something wicked, I know them and I know how I can stop and pull them down too. I am no damsel in distress but a tigress they should avoid being bitten by. Today, I was given a mission as part of my training and that is to kill rogues- every one of them, without using any of my abilities which I know I can because I'm trained to fight using swords than using my abilities because I am born to control them perfectly.

that his man was the main one preventing him from reaching his granddaughter and using her for what she was created for. His freedom and the end of all the filthy non-magic bastards roaming freely in their once paradise. "The children are here with us and provided us with a plan so we know everything will work out. Between their powers and ours, we will finally end this and the worlds will continue on in peace." A woman of color stepped into view next to the tall man almost so close it seemed overly intimate. Had he taught his daughter nothing? The colored are not to be trusted! A mere tool means of achieving the ultimate goal. "I know but what if Frank hasn't actually chosen to come with u

But because of the sudden commotion, she forgot to put on her boots as she had enjoyed splashing water with her feet on the stream earlier. Una sensed great danger. She had anticipated the situation might turn like this and hoped everything would fall into place. She didn’t mind being barefoot when she hastily ascended the path of the rocky terrain of the highest mountain in the long stretch of the alps. It was convenient coming from the hut she stayed in. Changing her course might help to hide her scent. Run, Una… run! She had enough courage in spite of her bleeding feet. Una repeatedly stumbled upon those sharp rocks and other deadly vegetation. The rare silk covering her lower part was to

She had a grim and frustrated look as she scrubbed his chest and the long dragon tattoo that ran up from his shoulder to his chest. It seems like she was fascinated by it as she ran her hands through the tattoo several times wondering if it wasn't painful when it was drawn. Although she had bathed him a few times already, it was her first time seeing that tattoo. Obviously, she didn't pay attention and tried to look away from his chest those times. Now that she has seen this tattoo, she couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was a black dragon that looked so scary and yet beautiful and somewhat cute. Haha. You might be wondering, how on earth was a dragon cute? Well, it can be, after all,

That means, she is now an Untamed Vixen that no matter what I do she will remain an Untamed Vixen. Pretty name but dangerous...

I asked, raising my head to look at her. Sasha rolled her eyes at me, then walked toward the fridge, getting a soda can. When she returned in my direction, she glanced at Jessamine in one of the sleeping quarters and wandered her eyes around the tent. While the house was under renovation, the construction company set up a tunnel tent near the lake. It excited Jessamine, following Morris around, not minding she was limping, and asking him many questions. She was exhilarated, telling him she had never been in such a big tent with four sleeping compartments, but seeing her too engrossed talking to him irked me. So, I listed what she needed to do. After giving it to her, she went into one of the

"Are you all done staring at each other now?.* Amanda's tiny and shrill voice and I couldn't help but get scared of this little witch at some points. "Amanda, firstly, why would you ever go out alone to 'explore' the forest by this time? How did you even find your way and what exactly where you exploring? Henceforth, you won't step foot outside this pack ever again." I ordered in a commanding tone and she shivered. That's it!!! A stern look is all she needed to stop been so witchy. " But how am I supposed to meet them then?. " She asked and stared at me as her puppy eyes glistened with tears.

She wasn't going to take it lightly, and she certainly wasn't going down without a fight. Nysaa's fiery spirit burned brighter than ever as she plotted her next moves. She was prepared to use every weapon in her arsenal – her sharp tongue, her fearless attitude, and even her determination to protect what mattered most to her. The battle with Mace Sinclair was just beginning, and Nysaa Everhart was ready to show him that she was not to be underestimated.

And his upper body was naked. I glanced from his broad shoulders, down to his torso. Perfect. My lips parted slightly as I realized just how much taller he was, how broad his shoulders were, how his muscles tensed. Up close, he was even more intimidating, his scent a mix of mint and something dark, something dangerously addictive. His golden amber eyes burned into mine, unreadable yet piercing straight through my soul. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he stared down at me. I swallowed. I am indeed shawty. And so, so screwed. Which means I'm a screwed shawty

His wolf hated it—hated her kneeling, hated her begging for a man who had dared poison his pack. “Yes.” Her voice cracked, but she pressed forward, speaking through the lump rising in her throat. “Because I know what it means to be a rogue. I know what it feels like to have your name stripped, your home stolen, your worth questioned. To walk into every pack’s territory knowing you’ll be chased, beaten, or worse—hunted like an animal. I lived that life. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Not even him.” Her words struck deeper than anything yet.