Novel & Cerita War Game Flash

said the operator in shock. “What did you say?” Carlos roared, instantly shocked. Meanwhile at Wyvern Peak… “One!” “Battle Warrior Gale, we have locked onto the target. Give us the order to attack.” “Fire!” roared Gale. “Fire!” “Fire!” Boom, boom, boom! Flares shot into the sky and traveled toward Bloody Rose’s stronghold at full speed. On the other hand, ammunition was set to fire at Bloody Rose’s hub. The flames traveled so swiftly that it was estimated to arrive at the specific coordinates in thirty seconds.

It was from time to time, but it kept waving off, which confused me even more as I wanted to know what was happening. I sat on one of the sofas and placed all my attention on the photo, and then I had a longer flashback that was more than a second, and in that flashback, I saw her calling my name. I couldn't understand. I'd never encountered this woman before, yet I could see her in my memories calling my name, which confused me and frustrated me the more. When I was about to go deeper into my flashbacks, Melody stood up.

Desmond Lucas. Desmond grinds. The man I had a flash marriage with. And of course, he looked completely unbothered. “It’s okay,” he said casually. Then, with that smirk of his: “How many times have you thrown yourself into my arms today? Am I that irresistible, dear wife?” God, he was annoying. I blinked. Twice. My brain glitched like a buffering video. I’d already learned this about him. He flirts during the most awkward situations like it’s a hobby—or maybe a personality trait. Probably genetic.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

to gooo. Sara managed to mumbled these word through the pain that was asssailing her.. No I wont be leaving you just yet; lane spoke up as he kept the battle on going... At this point they had began to approach the middle section of the mountain, the little boy was still observing them like it was all within his expectation.. Suddenly! Sara screams as her aura becomes fully unleashed, crimson light filled with bloodlust appears behind her forming a wolf with thesame body structure as Sara..... This time her slash is accompanied with great might as she nearly ends Lane's life...

She muttered, “Do you have some wolfsbane?” I gasped. Wolfsbane was a poisonous drug when ingested in large amounts, a hallucinogen which could make a creature of the night go mental. Other than that it was a great form of smoking, I only kept a few stashes as it was illegal to grow in the oasis. “I do.” I finally replied, unsure of I actually still had it. After all I ran away from the temple. She smiled, “Fine then. You just got yourself an ally, chosen one.”

God, she bristled. “Then what does it become?” she said. I kept my gaze level, let the word out like a bullet from a precision trigger: “A war.” There was no drama in it. No raised voice, no flourish. Just the realignment of priorities. If her father believed I had orchestrated the attack.

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.

The outline had promised exactly that. The room delivered it mercilessly. Then, because our lives had developed a habit of refusing uninterrupted tenderness on principle, something clicked behind the wall. Not loud. Small. Mechanical. Known. We both froze. The war room. Renaud straightened first. “That was not me.” “I know.” My pulse changed at once. Not from him now. From the wall. I stepped back, already moving toward the panel seam near the shelves. He followed. Of course he did.