Novel & Cerita Undefeated Bahamut Chronicles

"It'll show how strong you've become, don't you think?" He's making it sound like a question, but it's not, not when it comes to him, he hands me the tablet and I groan, not wanting to take it. I've only just got my wolf back after the last dose. "I'm doing this for you, Abaddon. To make you stronger. You need to practice with it, so you're not disadvantaged if the enemy uses it on you in battle." He places the tablet beside my plate, waiting while I pick it up and quickly swallow it down. "Good. I'm on patrol tonight, I'll see you in the morning."

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

She laughed, low and dark, and pulled her shirt back on. The fabric stuck to her skin, still damp with sweat. "Means I'm harder to kill than most." In the years that followed, whispers started in the towns where they scattered. A doctor in the city noted Lia's bloodwork—off-the-charts hemoglobin, impossible recovery times. Micah's bar fights left bones broken, but never his. The stranger she rode in the barn? He woke the next morning with split knuckles already knitting together. By the time the first grandchild was born—cord thick as rope, wailing loud enough to shake windows—the bloodline had already begun its quiet conquest.

"I can handle it. I know how rare and important those gems are but if you want to search for the people responsible for the death of mum and dad then just do so. I need them found and killed so we can move forward." "So you want me to give up on searching for the gems? What if that's the only way to locate their murderers?" Cage challenged him. Those gems were not like the normal ones. They held mystical powers. It was said that with it, they could never be defeated during an attack. And for the past hundred years, the Lycans have never been defeated in a battle before. Until it got stolen. "I just don't want to keep living in the past, Cage. I want to find my mate and get married. There are

It was unbelievable that Damian had just died like that. “Your messiah died in less than a week here. Couldn't last one fucking week!” he pressed on, angry at them for not trusting him. “Next time I tell you I'm capable of something, let me handle it. Okay?” he added before walking out. The two black scorpione men covered their heads in thought. They had gotten the news some minutes before Romano barged in and were still unable to process everything. Damian was supposed to be the messiah out of all these. Guess Romano was right after all. They were stuck with him.

"You know who I am, Bastian. You have suffered for the sins of my bloodline. All of you have. Sarn suffers still. He will never shift to dragon again. He..." Bastian interrupts me. "Sarn is at peace and happy. He told me that in his heart he will forever be dragon and no Goddess can take that away from him." Bastian's words only frustrate me further. "I'm not destined for a mate, Bastian. My uncle caused the curse and I shall pay for his sins until one-hundred thousand years has passed. Wishing it different changes nothing." "You are fucking wrong," Bastian thunders and shoots flames from his great mouth.

"Now let me work. I have five weeks to create something extraordinary. Something that will destroy Gregory Shaw and everything he's built." "And win your custody case." "And win my custody case. Same week. Same stakes. Everything on the line." Marcus kissed my forehead. "I believe in you." "I know. That's the only reason I'm still standing." He left me to work. I started sketching. Designs that told a story. Destruction and resurrection. Pain and beauty. Survival and triumph. A collection born from the ashes of everything Shaw had tried to destroy. A collection funded by his victims. A collection that would bring him down.

"I need you to craft a weapon that can take out his beast side in one strike. Silver isn't enough. It has to be tailored to his specific upgrades. I also need a human hacker. This plan sets off in two days. That’s enough time." He stared at me, unimpressed. "A weapon that doesn't exist? And a hacker? You think you're ordering a burger? Why don't you just fight him like last time? You’re the Alpha King." I gave him a look cold enough to freeze his blood. Turning back to the balcony, I exhaled slowly. "Last time, I underestimated him. I fought him head-on and got buried alive. I won't make that mistake again. And I won't waste another second away from Noah. I'm suffocating without her scent."

Bernard stopped talking when he heard the women coming toward them through the trees. They approached slowly and when they joined their pack mates, Zenya spoke. "There are problems with each and every one of us. Some things we can't control, but we must learn. We must defeat our demons in order to fight our enemies. If what happened in the ring with Sheeba happened in a real fight she would be dead." Sheeba stared out of sightless eyes, across the open space, making each of them think she actually saw them. "I'm sorry. I'm not as weak as I seem."

“He betrayed his own brother to usurp power.” Lucien’s fists clenched. “My blood. My brother.” He forced his voice level. “So he built the purge weapon to finish what he began.” Vera exchanged a glance with Selene. “The Pulse Device at Skyforge Citadel isn’t enough—Magnus will activate the Basilisk Protocol concurrently. It amplifies the sterilizing wave, frying psychic resistance across a full continent.” Orion leaned forward. “We have nine days until the next Blood Moon. Our strike must be surgical and simultaneous. I propose a three-phase plan.”