Vol'jin Novels & Stories

His eyes swept over the clubhouse, taking in the laughter and camaraderie around us. Jake stood abruptly from his chair and turned toward Martin, reaching out for a handshake. “Jake Wilson, club president. And you are…?” “Apologies, Jacob, how rude of me,” Viktor said, nodding toward Martin. “This is Martin Volkov. My new second-in-command.” Jake balked at the new information, but he shook Martin’s hand firmly before glancing at me with a puzzled look on his face. I shook my head, raising my whiskey for a toast. “To the death of our common enemies, and the inheritance of empires.”

DEVONNE’S POV I don’t know how long I knelt there, I had the vague sense of something filling my head, my consciousness. It was all so crazy, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much pain in my life before. There was a rushing sound filling my ears, Then all of a sudden, they were there….. all the blank spots in my memory, I was wrong, I didn’t have those blank spots because I drank too much wine. I remembered, the woman who injected me eight before I lost contact with Mela. My wolf’s name is Mela. I stood up and looked up with eyes that were not mine, a growl rippled from my throat. I was filled with anger that wasn’t entirely mine, that is until Arian stepped into my line of vision and I fel

I asked, trying to ignore the affect Julius’ display of power had on me. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Adrian scoffed, his expression light once again as he stood to his full height. “Okay, okay, as much as it pains me Maia, I’ll go. I just have one last thing…” he took a step towards the door before pivoting so that he was facing Maeve. “I, Adrian Fowler, reject you, Maeve Lorenze, of the Blood Moon Pack.”

Normally, it would only take him a snap of his fingers in summoning his spirit guardian, but because of what happened, his energy levels are so low that it's almost a miracle to have him able to call The Raven. "Hanji," it's deep voice called. "Rai," he replied, his voice filled with gratitude and hope. "Thank you for responding to my summons." The Raven only looked at him with it's intimidating crimson eyes and nodded. He was the King of all the Raven Spirits, and he stood 6 feet tall,— his wingspread at about 20 feet wide. Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai.

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Zen frowned with worry as he drank from the tall glass. Vera waved and clicked her tongue as Zen zoned out again while viewing the Screwdriver’s memory clip. Judging from Zen’s pace, she would be working overtime, not that she minded. It would be interesting to see how one of the true candidates reshuffled the chessboard while she messed with his mind. The Moscow Mule was a joke, but Vera wondered if Zen could see the gem in the Valentini she recommended.

Kendra giggled, “comments are flooding our live channels, we’re taking some of your questions for Ren. Here’s one from @jayLenon: are you single right now, Ren?” Ren bit her lip once again, “no.”

Name: JIN Race:Draconic Demon{Unique} Class: Dragon Sentinel Secondary class: Necrosmith Titles- Dragonslayer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Elemental Affinity- Death Level: 0/100 Exp:0 HP:5000 CON:500 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:500 DEX:100 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK: 225 STR:75 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 500 INT:100 (1INT= 5MP)

He chuckles. It’s my turn to have a little fun, so taking a page out of my mother’s book, I grab the cactus and shove it down the rogue’s throat. He gags, splutters, and screams around the prickly little bastard before I rip it out, making sure to tear as much of his esophagus as possible. He screams in agony as the glochids, or the short little prickles, lodge in his throat. “What do you want with Juniper!?” I shout again.

Of course, he knew of him. He was well-known for having a fierce approach as the Jungler. He was like a wolf in the wild. There was bloodshed wherever he went. Leon shook his hand. “It's nice to meet you, Damien. I’m Leon Batton. My ID in the game is S.” Immediately after that, a youngster with short, thick, golden hair extended his hand to him. He smiled and said sweetly, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Stewart, the Mid Solo player. My ID in the game is Jin.”