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He forwarded his right hand, “Alaric. Alaric Windsor. The Alpha of The Blessed Moon Pack.” I took his hand. Electricity ran down my spine. He noticed it. I felt embarrassed. I didn’t leave his hand, “Viviana. From The Miracle Pack.” I wasn’t any Alpha or a she-wolf. My introduction was short. I hoped it to be sweet too. He nodded. I witnessed frowns over his forehead. He composed his persona.

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

The towering dome of arcane energy was quickly enveloped by the coiling and twisting serpentine plants across its surface. "Amazes me every time." "Now do your thing." Rachelia winked to Vayu. "Give them hell." Vayu smiled, and his Arcus Ignis was unleashed. The rainbow cloth enveloped him and he propelled himself away like a comet. By the time he landed on the line of silverstream presences, a multicolored explosion boomed. Lars couldn't make out the details at first but then he realized Vayu had turned into a gigantic white fox. His nine tails flared of all the colors in the spectrum, burning and lashing in the air.

I had no idea what I was looking at, but the next thing I knew, a small person with dark purple hair and eyes stepped out of the circle with Nikolai and Art right behind him. The little person with purple hair growled, and his hair turned dark blue right before my eyes. Alaric shoved me behind him, and the little purple-eyed guy flicked his wrist at us, and a vine came out of nowhere, wrapping around us at lightning speed. In an instant, I was pressed against Alaric's back by the vine wrapping around us tightly. “No! They're my friends, stop!” Nikolai ran to us and tugged at the vine. “Oh, heavens! I'm sorry,” the little guy with purple eyes said, and with the flick of a wrist, the vines dis

And then Toki cleaned his search history because if Trasykian cyber security happens to find out some different search engine manipulating their sources, it can be big problem for Kavya. "God, Toki you are so fast!" Kavya mumbled rubbing her eyes, she woke up because she felt something suddenly touched her. She raised her hand and light beams flashed up forming a transparent square board of information. "READING ON SQUARE BOARD" NAME: AARNIK CAVALLI GENDER: MALE AGE: 24 SPECIE: HYBRID TRASYKIAN FATHER: ROBERTO CAVALLI MOTHER: UNKNOWN COUNTINENT: TRASKYA ORGA 1

I’d spent years suppressing that passion, exploring it only in the dead of night. "Do you want to return to the wood?" Arnold asked, pulling me from the memory. "I am the last Master Carver of the New York territories. I’ve spent my life looking for a spark like the one in this totem." He leaned in, his voice sincere. "I saw the piece you gave Tyler at his gala. It confirmed it. You have a blood-deep talent, Ivy. I want you to be my final apprentice. The last one I ever train." "The last? You’d only teach me?" I couldn't help but tease him. He reminded me so much of the grandfather figure I’d hallucinated as a pup—the one who would protect me when the Mercer name eventually crumbled.

The melanin with short pixie hair squealed in excitement. I gave her a wink and she gasped in shock. “Please do well to introduce yourself ladies” I said with a huge smile. “I'm Esther Faux, I'm 20 years old and an upcoming model!" The melanin said quickly. She obviously wanted me to like her. Unfortunately, she didn't interest me much. “My name is Annabelle King and I'm a fan of your model work, very elegant” The other said with a bowed head, she seemed kinda shy and quiet.

CHAPTER 34 The spa in Napa is amazing, I have been with my mom multiple of times but this is the first time I'm here with my friends. "Thank you for this Sofi." Jasmine says as we change before going in for a massage. "It was a birthday gift from Lucas." I say smiling. "You have the best brother." Paula says. "All I ever do with my brother is fight." She adds sighing. "You know there's a vineyard here, I can't wait to get so drunk." Jasmine says.