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Isabella fired back at him. Lukas Briston stared at Isabella. She's indeed a strong warrior. The effect of the poison was capable of making her weak and difficult to utter any word. But here she is, still bragging about contending with him. Does she know who he is that she would dare him? If the chains were not made of poison, and can only be unlocked by a stronger poison, he would have ordered her release and let them contend with the sword. He wants to torture her to her death and declared himself the new Lycan Alpha.

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

Chapter 5: The Ultimate Hunt King Torvald Kane stood at the edge of the legendary Abyss of Titans, the wind howling around him like a lover’s desperate moan as he gazed into the glowing chasm said to house the Titan’s Gift, the single greatest cock in existence, a living embodiment of raw, ancient, virile power. Torvald had claimed warlords, orcs, giants, and mythical guardians, but nothing had ever fully satisfied the endless, burning hunger that consumed him day and night. This was the final hunt. The one that would either break him completely or finally make him whole.

Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye. Their right arms ended in rotary cannons. Their left arms were anti-riot shock prods, crackling with enough electricity to jumpstart a city. "Titans!" Ben screamed, his voice muffled by the mask. "We can't fight those! Small arms are useless!" The Titans stepped onto the maintenance rails. They didn't need to walk the bridge; they had magnetic clamps on their boots. They walked heavily along the walls, flanking the team, their cannons spinning up with a sound like tearing canvas.

Although being a security guard was not very rewarding and tiring, at least the salary didn't drop. Besides, what other company is better than Titan Group? "Cursing the boss is a big offense, death is not enough!" "What do you know? Do you know how perverted that boss is?" "As sick as you?" "...." Jenna was dumbfounded by Mr. Slave's question, in terms of being a boss, she seems to be quite perverted as well. Forcing him to serve three rich women who added up to seven hundred pounds, and making him find a few more rich women to split the money with her, even buying nutritional supplements, she only buys the cheapest ones...

She challenged now her temper on the edge. "If we choose to change the future, what the goddesses of fate has decided, the outcome will not be pleasant for us. What do you think can happen wrong? We know that the exiled creatures are our nemesis too. Imagine that they become the victors in this war, will they not make us their next target?" Mydia reasoned and Sylvia stood speachless. Meanwhile, the rest of watched their interaction quietly. Both of their features were strikingly common except, of course, their hair and eyes. The same plump lips and the same sharp noses. Even their heights were the same. "I am still not fully convinced." Sylva huffed in frustration.

There's a chance it could get deeper than I thought. But I still feel that adrenaline pumping inside me. I've never felt this way before; it's like I finally have something that's truly mine. Not my wolf, not a mate, not pack approval, but mine. Curious about what else I can try out, I browse through my recipe book again, and my gaze lands on another recipe. Titan's Drink Just hearing the name gives me chills. Promises of lasting power and strength that go beyond anything. A drink that warriors used to have before heading into battle.

[The Steel Storm] The coastline erupted in a deafening symphony of destruction. One hundred rotary cannons, micro-missile pods, and railguns fired simultaneously. The sky lit up with a blinding barrage of tracer rounds and plasma trails, converging on the colossal beast. The sheer kinetic force of the volley was enough to level a small country. The ordnance slammed into the Titan's chest. Explosions blossomed like deadly orange flowers across its dark carapace. But as the smoke cleared, a collective chill ran down the spine of every pilot on the beach. The Titan hadn't even flinched. The barrage had merely scratched the surface of its ancient, alien armor.

Her chest rose and fell, while her blue eyes searched for signs of either the Shadow with fire for eyes or the other one who was more vicious. Noticing that she was not in a blood-filled warfield but instead the cheap rent-room she had rented from one disgustingly perverted old bar owner. The bar was situated in one of the worst places in Overwatch. Places like that were referred to as….. Slums. She was in a slum. Remembering her night activity, and that she was in fact in this disgusting place she finally calmed, inhaling the gut retching smell of semen, cigarettes…. And possibly the odour from previous dirty pig-like persons.