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He stretched out an arm casually and raised it so that it collided with Morrie's hand. Morrie was nicknamed Stormcrusher because his hands were very strong. He could crush a stone plaque with just one blow. Even Monty and the other veteran fighters would not have dared to take a blow from him so lightly. How could a young man in his 20s like Sebastian be able to withstand the blow? When Monty saw that Sebastian was being so careless, his eyes shone with excitement. Then, there was a huge bang, and they heard the sound of bones cracking. Morrie's body sailed through the air, and there was a thump as his corpse fell outside the battle arena.

We fought with every ounce of strength, our bodies moving in harmony with the magic coursing through our veins. As the tide of battle shifted, the remaining werewolves faltered, sensing their impending defeat. The alpha, his eyes burning with fury, let out a thunderous roar. The ground trembled beneath us as if echoing his rage. But just as victory seemed within reach, a bone-chilling howl pierced the night air. It was a sound that froze our blood, a haunting melody that resonated with primal power. From the darkness emerged a figure, towering and formidable. Malachi Ravenswood stood before us, his presence radiating malevolence. His eyes glowed with a sinister light, his lips curled into a

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

Her father had never been involved with such dangerous people—let alone the mafia. ‘And… why does he look at me with such hatred?’ ​Sara dug through her memories, searching for some past transgression. But she had never wronged anyone. ​BANG! ​Her thoughts shattered as the bedroom door was kicked open. ​Damon Moretti strode in. He discarded his suit jacket carelessly, leaving him in a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, exposing his sturdy throat. His footsteps were heavy. He reeked of expensive whiskey, and his eyes burned with a rage capable of incinerating anything in its path.

I back up till my sneakers hit the rocks around the well. Have they found Alec? God, I hope not. If I hid him in the wrong spot, if it’s all my fault that he’s found… I don’t get to worry about Alec for long. The Silver Hunters attack me five at a time, coming at me from all sides. The switch flips in my brain, and power and speed pumps through my veins. I meet the Hunters head on, confidence pulling my lips into a grin. I kick a man in the stomach. He falls to the ground, and I punch another in the face. Blood spurts from his nose, and he turns and runs.

As he smiles all proud of himself. “One by one I took them out, every other week so no one would come around.” He remanence taking his silent kill not by brute nor by a scam, but a brain that is mightier than a sword. “I used every piece so no one can tell as there will be no evidence left to be checked.” He ended as the mold is in utmost perfection. Hearing a muffling sound as glee enveloped him, he smiles, calling. “Nii-san!” Yet, “Die!!!”

I bounced on the bed and slept off. ***The next day*** I woke up eager to go torture the man so I could wake up from my nightmare. I rushed to Marco's room and knocked. "Come in." I went in and he handed his iPad to me. His name is Dennis,he's part of the families and he has a wife and a son who is still in high school. I sent all of the information to my phone. "I'll get you your gold and cash sir." I said with confidence and went into the car. I didn't even bother to eat breakfast.

"A normal?" As he got beside Fragado, he was told that the being was actually one of them and laughed again. Schnek didn't understand what was going on but since his partner Fragado was snickering, he started to join him and laugh too. The senseless occurrence was too funny for him. ❇❇❇ Now there are two orcs stupidly laughing before her. She slowly stood up and the two huge beings didn't even notice her moving. Gripping tight of her backpack, she cautiously managed to step a few feet back.

I could see why Lucien was disappointed in that. But another part, a quieter voice buried beneath layers of self-doubt, whispered that perhaps Lucien's words held a kernel of truth. “Yeah, that’s right! Alpha Mortis is way better! With more money, Nightspire would be nothing nothing before Geisterfell!” one of the Geisterfell werewolves chimed in. “You better shut your mouth, you fool!” Lucien snapped, shooting a glare at the werewolf who had spoken out of turn. He then turned his attention back to me underneath him.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.