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She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

Chapter 6: IRON-HIDE’S LUNA. VANESSA’S POV I stood there in utter shock as I watched Tristan lie with a smile so genuine, I could have believed him myself if I didn’t know the truth. Luna? His child? What is he talking about? This man wouldn't even spare me a glance at the hospital room when the doctor was announcing my pregnancy, and here he was— lying to the elders of his pack, not minding the consequences.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Vulcan shook his head repeatedly. Asger hurriedly explained, “It’s because the Cooter Armor can withstand the hellish lava in the Devil’s Eye. They wanted to enter that location with the intent of acquiring the Dragon’s terrain in Helsby Mountain. It could aid them in their quest to become Demigods. Father, now that Tyr is back to return Cooter Armor, does that mean…?” “That’s right.” Vulcan’s face finally lit up with a smile. “In other words, Tyr. . . has become a Demigod!”

Viper and a Ravaged scout moved in a pincer maneuver, distracting the beast's many eyes, while Mako and Rat used their bulk to anchor its massive tail. But our claws and teeth were doing nothing. The Chimera’s hide was too thick, the oily skin sliding away from our strikes. It swiped a massive, clawed limb, sending Cane sprawling into the limestone. "The cases!" Torin roared, shifting back to human form for a split second. "The gear! Use it!" He didn't wait for permission. Torin kicked open the matte-black Thorne case. He grabbed a Sonic Disruptor in one hand and a Flash-Freeze canister in the other. He didn't know the technical specs, but he knew what "Off-Switch" meant.

I said to him. “I’m sure your second in command can keep the fort for a few hours,” Lucas said as he looked past me at Link. “Me? Second in command?” he asked. “You have the bloodline. My dragon says you’re the one for Ryder, loyal, hard-working, ethical. The two of you will make a great team,” Lucas said as the Elders also nodded in agreement. “I guess you’re my second in command Link,” I said to him as he smiled at me.

He quickly straddled Eric and started throwing punches left and right. It looked so painful that I felt my own face twinge. Eric finally stopped fighting back, too tired to resist, and that's when the punches stopped. "Scram!" Eric got up, wobbling, and looked at me. "Wendy, you've loved me since high school. Was that all just a lie? Can you really stand there and watch him destroy my company?"

She hits the floor with a sickening thud and lies motionless. Enyo uses the moon's energy and moves at a speed that is almost invisible to the human eye; she jumps on to the warrior's back. A knee in his shoulderblades and a foot on his other shoulder, gripping his head she snaps it with a strength that doesn't belong to someone her size. He is dead before he even realises what has happened. Trent has shifted back and now has the child cuddled to him. Enyo now stands right in front of the three who now look less smug. Her body has a white glow to it as the moon energy floors through her, her chest is heaving.

"I meant Orlov, you imbecile." "Oh." Dante dipped his Twizzler into his Coca Cola. "My bad." These were the Valenti twins. Enzo and Dante, eighteen years old, younger cousins to Dorian and his brothers. The most chaotic, feral, deranged, unhinged lowkey-idiots in a family that already set an impressively high bar for all three qualities. Dumb-and-dumber with delulu main-character-syndrome and enough brainrot between them to concern a qualified professional. Goofballs with clout. Enzo was the older twin by exactly five minutes, a gap he treated as a full decade of authority. Dante was oblivious by nature, confused at baseline, and he misread every room he walked into. Wild clown-behaviour com

Vane, who had apparently gotten bored of guarding the merchants, had joined them, firing from behind a statue of the First Merchant. "A little help here!" Vane yelled, ducking as a plasma bolt took the head off the statue. "They're getting close!" Drax’s golden walker stomped up the ramp. The ground shook with every step. "Viper!" Drax roared, scanning the area with his red optical sensors. "Come out and die like a Prince!" Tristan stood up from behind a marble planter. "You’re loud, Drax!" Tristan shouted, walking into the open. "Compensating for something?"