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“I’ll fight with you. We still don’t know how many legions are there waiting for us.” “Alpha, I’m not calling them legions.” She rolled her eyes at me, not because I call the wraiths legion but how I looked at her. She was a badass Luna and a warrior. She handled those fuckers with ease. “Legions sound legendary, and they don’t deserve it.”

“Mother!” My fingers curled into the silk of my wedding gown, but my mother did not care about any of it. Her hands, ice cold and devoid of care, simply fastened the pearl necklace around my throat, tightening it as if it was some sort of leash. But then, maybe it was her own version of a leash. “Oh please, don’t be so dramatic,” she muttered as she took a few steps back to inspect me. Dramatic? Really? She was marrying me off to Salvatore Moreti, the most feared man in the country. A widower whose past five wives have mysteriously disappeared, and she expected me to do what? Smile about it?

##1 ##1 Shaina, tell me how Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel was defeated? Tell me how the Undead King died? (Ashg.)

Fifteen years ago..... Unknown pov “Sir she has arrived,” one of my best men said “Fine, send the others to go pick her up at the airport” I replied “Yes sir” he replied before leaving “Charles, are you still there?” I asked through the air pod “Yes sir” he replied “Any update?” I asked “They just left the building now. They are on their way to a family dinner” he replied “Keep them on close range. Hope they guys are going as planned?” I asked

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.

Asinon shouted Umbra and I turned around to see Asinon, Magusion, Sacerdia, Imperatria, Cesaros, Antistion, Domino Amante, Marintia Amante, Curron, Viribios, Eremitos, Fortunia, Iustitiana, Tentorus, Morsus, Castitios, Fendron, Turros, Astronius, Lunaria, Solision, Judicion and Orbision catching up to us. Bronyium was amazed “Asinon, Magusion, Sacerdia, Imperatria, Cesaros, Antistion, Domino Amante, Marintia Amante, Curron, Viribios, Eremitos, Fortunia, Iustitiana, Tentorus, Morsus, Castitios, Fendron, Turros, Astronius, Lunaria, Solision, Judicion and Orbision… my Arcana Legion friends” said Bronyium. The Legion looked at Bronyium aka Equiatior “Equiator… our pegasus friend” said Sacerdia B

They were waiting for the Warlord to send them to the slaughter. ​Protect them, Astra snarled in my mind, her maternal, Lycan instincts flaring violently. They are ours. ​"No," I rasped through the modulator, my voice cutting through the thunder of the rain. ​Alaric blinked, surprised. "General?" ​"The Vanguard is too raw to hold as an anvil against three hundred starving Ferals," I commanded, drawing my twin obsidian swords. The violet runes etched into the glass hummed to life. "Shadow Legion Phalanx! You are the anvil!