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And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

35 Violet's face was alight with delight and excitement. It was the second time since Kiara’s birthday that she felt this cheerful— She made three new friends. They were sitting in the woods, sharing about themselves and what they liked. The guy with the tattoo on the shoulder was Soren. He owned a motorbike and had good knowledge for medicines. He promised to share with Violet the knowledge he had gained so far. Then the guy with hairy legs was Dex. He was the best in the army, and trained new soldiers. He was also Alpha Arnold's one of the favorites. Dex had the liberty to do many things without asking the Alpha. He promised to teach Violet to fight.

The next came with a laughing emoji. “You got that right. I can't wait to see his crown jew, I bet it's massive." I rolled my eyes, mentally cursing myself for having eyes. In a twinkle of an eye, a massive screen appeared in the middle of the room, followed by an electronic voice. “Player 1 has chosen a weapon," It announced and there came text flooding the large screen:- Name: Earthshaker ‎Appearance: A massive, rusted hammer with a glowing magma core. ‎Stats: High damage, low speed.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

“But I doubt we’re going to pass by it without facing…” The moment he told us that, a huge creature appeared in front once again. It was an armored giant, resembling a human but with two long curved horns and a grumpy face. Crystals were embedded into his chest. Judging by his appearance from head to toe, he's definitely strong enough to crush anyone. “Oh, Mr. Jotnar!” Lane was about to go near him when Talaa held her arm. “Hey. Why are you stopping me, little one? Mr. Jotnar is our friend. He’s not going to hurt us,” she concluded.

Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will. To Elysia's right was Raiden Stormcaller, a master of lightning and thunder, whose electric presence crackled with power. The lightning tattoos on his arms seemed to pulse, hinting at the destructive energy he could unleash. Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments.

Vega pressed the sensitive points on Alberto's rod. "Like now, you're actually already tired, but I stimulated again, and your trunk became tighter and bigger again." Vega's words made Alberto look at his rod, which had tightened, hardened, and enlarged. He really doesn’t expect that his rod will be able to tighten, harden, and expand so quickly just because of Vega's touches.

I'm stunned by her use of my proper extensive name and not quite sure how to answer. Tyboll, also with long hair and a decided spark in his eyes, steps around Veda and places his hand out. "Forgive my mate, she loves full titles." The she-bear playfully slaps his arm. "Please call us Tyboll and Veda and we shall call you simply Sierra," he says.

Nevin struggled to try to punch Azazel’s men, but they were strong in numbers. She was angry, but what could she do? Azazel was a beast with minotaur-like strength; he could take down a lion if he could. His core training with manticore is proof, “Don’t worry, Thena, I will get you out of this,” She didn’t know if she had to cry or feel happy, happy that Nevin was willing to go to any length for her or feel sad for Nevin’s impending death.

Her hair was adorned with a beautiful crown of greenery, stargazer lilies, and roses. “Who are you?” I ask, puzzled by this newcomer. “See!? They never know who I am!” She says, stamping her foot like a petulant child. “Coventina! You are a Goddess, stop acting like a three-year-old having a tantrum!” Selene barks out. “Fine. Even though she’s me incarnate and should know who the fuck I am.” “LANGUAGE!” Selene shouted, making the ground shake. “Goddess above Selene, calm your tits.” Coventina mutters.