Ulcerated Tree Spirit Weakness

"I would do anything to have you back, even if it means fighting the Gods" Armando Russo, a name that struck fear into the hearts of many who crossed his path. He strode into the room with an air of confidence that demanded attention, his sharp Italian-cut suit exuding power and authority. His dark, piercing eyes were windows into a calculating mind, a mind that had made him a force to be reckoned with in the world of business and beyond. Weakness? He had none. Until she came into his life- the daughter of his business rival whom he despises the most. Aurora Vero, a name that conjured a different kind of aura in the world of high-profile events. She entered any room with a grace that was both captivating and commanding. Dressed in elegant couture, she wore her status as a badge of honour, but it was her charisma that truly set her apart. With a smile that could light up the darkest corners of a room, she exuded a warmth that belied the fierce spirit within. What happens when such two different personalities are forced to tie a knot? Will Armando accept Aurora as his wife or keep his resentment towards her forever ?

The tree I fell from was rotten. It's leaves were rotten, it's bark was rotten, and it's roots were rotten. Unfortunately, I am an apple that didn't fall far from that rotten tree. I was groomed in the shadow of that rotten tree and sprayed with poison to ensure I would be nothing but it's germinated seed. My earliest memories are dark and painful. My most vibrant memories are coated in crimson red and shame. The small pieces of my soul that I kept hidden and protected are the only parts of myself I can tolerate. The rest of who I am... The despicable trash that haunts my dreams... I hate. Death is the only answer to my life. Not love. I don't deserve love. A tainted apple is never put amongst the ripe juices apples. It is thrown away, discarded... As I should be.

Ulric Wolcott, known as miniature wolf by his friends and family, has no boundary between man and wolf. His Native American heritage from his mother gave him access to his spirit guide, the Spirit of the Wolf itself. The Spirit of the Wolf blended easily with the wolf nature he received from his werewolf father. The first werewolf he met outside his family set his feet on the path to a new name that would define his future. An encounter with a young girl who would become pivotal in his life would seal it. miniature wolf's spirit guide is leading him to become not only the ruling Alpha of Spirit Wolf's worldly pack but King to all werewolves!

As floodwaters rushed into the garage, I called my boyfriend. "Wade, help me... I'm trapped in here! The emergency exit's locked!" He sounded annoyed. "Tia, stop. Mandy's cat is stuck in a tree—we're handling it!" Then he hung up, taking the rescue team with him. My last hope was gone.

Run, Run, RUN. Don’t stop. The night was falling and like the creatures of the day, I needed to hide. My heart is thundering in my chest, echoing the sounds of the war that rage from the fields of my once loved home. That was before the coven came. Surprising us and taking my home and pack. The attack happened so quickly that no one was ready. We had no warning and after hours of waiting I was found. I had to run. Don't stop running. “CRACK” the current of magic shoots by and hits the tree to my left, my bare feet crunching the earth hard and fast. My small heart fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings, my once sparkling beautiful dress is no more. It’s tattered, dirty, and torn. The edges burnt to a crisp and coated in blood from bodies of the battlefield that I raced away from. “Come here little wolfie,” a harsh raspy voice calls out cutting through the trees I hide quickly behind a tree to take cover to breathe, “I just want a little chat!” He calls singsong like, taunting me. He wants to find me to kill me. Ducking further behind my tree I hold my breath, my young body shaking with so much force my bones ache. Holding my breath and closing my eyes hoping for safety that surely won’t come. At only 11 years of age, I can’t fight this grown warlock... he will surely kill me like he did my parents... “Wolfie princess, where are you?” He mimics the rhythm of a child’s tune, as if I’d listen. Closing my eyes tighter I don’t want to die. I’m too young. My mind is racing, and my hearts bound t....

In one dry empire a true love blooms with much care . Seilin never thought she would be the one to nourish it though . But when that flower was facing a storm , it finally grew into a tree with fruits ! Will she be able to protect her love , and live the life she wanted? What will she do when she is betrayed by her trusted one ? Stay tuned to know .....

Andrea Garcia is the daughter of the late Alpha of the North pack. The current Alpha of North pack adopts her not to take her as their own child but to make her slave. Andrea was called a curse child by the werewolves of her pack. On her birthday, her adopted father sold her to her mate, the Alpha of the South pack, Alpha Bryan Williams. She doesn't know that her mate has an evil plan for her, to make her a sacrificial living. The moon goddess came down and revived her because of her good deed. She only did not receive revival, she also received a strong body and charisma. The Great Spirit wolf was disappointed by what Alpha Bryan Williams offered. That is not what the Great Spirit wolf meant by living sacrificial. Because of what Bryan Williams did to his mate, the Great Spirit wolf talked to Andrea Garcia who was now crying in pain and hatred because her own mate and husband killed her. Not only that, he cheated on her and killed their unborn child that was inside her womb. The Great Spirit wolf allowed Andrea to take her revenge to punish Alpha B, and to those who conspired on killing her, but in one condition. She must not kill anyone. She was also blessed by the Great Spirit wolf that wherever she goes, the pack will become on top of the top blessed pack. The Great Spirit wolf told her to go with her only childhood friend, Franklin Ashford, that will help her to take her revenge plan. This is where it start that the three hearts of the werewolf pulled by the whirlpool of revenge, betrayal, hatred, power and love.

My mate is the bravest patrol chief of the Sundara Pack. When the rogue straps a bomb laced with wolfsbane to me, I try to reach him through our mind-link. Once, twice... He blocks me 99 times. The rogue forces me to call for help, and when Aiden Campbell finally answers, his first words come blazing with anger. "Lina Rutherford! You're risking your life over jealousy again? Kate's pet snow wolf has been stuck in a tree for three days! "She loves that wolf like her own child—if I'm late to save it, that's on you! You'll be a murderer!" I laugh so hard that tears stream down my face. That so-called "trapped" snow wolf? It's simply climbed onto a slanted pine tree in the yard so it can lazily sunbathe on the branches. No one trapped it—it just doesn't feel like coming down. "Thank you, Aiden. You're amazing!" There comes a soft, delicate voice through the phone. It's Kate Summers—Aiden's late brother's widow and also his childhood sweetheart. The bomb's countdown ticks down to three minutes. With a calm heart, I send my final message. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I sever our mate bond." And then, I cut the mind-link.

It all started with two paper Christmas angels and the Company’s Christmas tree… These were Siel Camden’s only hope for her three-year-old twins to have a happy holiday. But when all her dreams fall apart because of a dreadful boss and an abusive ex-husband, someone else finds those paper angels and makes her children’s wishes come true. But is she ready to find out Vincent Reigel’s real reasons for fulfilling her kids’ Christmas wishes?

Memiliki hewan spirit kembar legendaris di tubuhnya membuat keluarganya membencinya, Fu Xi menjadi orang tidak berguna dan dianggap sampah setelah gumpalan darah hewan spiritnya dihancurkan, disaat pasrah hewan spirit di tubuhnya yang ternyata sesosok Naga membantunya menjadi kuat untuk membalas dendam.