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"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

The other men all started to laugh but Noah his low voice cut through the noise like a knife through butter, “Tristan is right. We need the Black Rain pack, and we are stronger with them by our side. Do I need to remind you all that war is only a last resource not a solution for everything. If we would live like that then in a few years, there would be barely any wolves left.” They all bowed their heads and Lola felt impressed by Noah for the first time. Then she heard Dan whisper to Tristan so only, they could hear it. “I will rip you apart for this. You still think you can go against me you weak cunt?” Lola scraped her throat and spoke loudly, “You know what I wonder? How can it be that so

Shadow Warriors are elite fighters-larger and stronger than humans. They're the polar opposite of hell's spawn because they think and strategize, making them a more formidable enemy. Because of fear, bigotry, and thinking the Shadow Warriors might overthrow the new government, the Federation almost started another war when the threat of the hellhounds receded. Thanks to the government's screw up, I have this nice advancement in office and I'm on a mad dash to repair relations with the good monsters. It's basically a suicide mission.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

’ He yells, and the Blood Dwellers attack us. The vampires and werewolves fight against the Blood Dwellers. There are hundreds of them. Every time a Blood Dweller is defeated, it flickers and reappears in full health again. Vampires and Werewolves are being injured, and some lay dying. My mother is running from one to another, trying to heal as many as possible. Kayla throws vials toward the Blood Dwellers to poison and disorientate them, but it does not affect them.

They carried weapons black as night, their edges flickering like dying embers. Bram swore. “I hate being right.” The first warrior lunged, and the battle began. Elior barely dodged the strike, his blade meeting the phantom steel with a deafening clang. The impact sent vibrations through his bones. These creatures were not mere illusions—they were real. And they wanted blood. Myrra was already moving, cutting through one of the warriors with precise strikes. The blade passed through the figure, but it did not fall. Instead, it reformed, stronger than before.

Its fingers alone were larger than towers. Black mist flowed from cracks in its skin. The Gatewalker immediately attacked. The two colossal figures collided. The impact shattered part of the city. Shockwaves rolled across rooftops. Entire districts vanished beneath falling debris. Even from this distance, the battle felt unreal. Nobody in the tower spoke. Nobody knew what to say. Eventually Rowan whispered the question everybody was thinking. "What in God's name is that?" Elara's face became grim. "One of the Wardens." The answer raised even more questions.

Nathaniel invited him inside while everybody is coming in already. Luther refused to come inside as he still has some errands to accomplish today. He will visit the Hard Core Group of Companies later. Meanwhile..... Chad and Chelsey started to play with their legos already. They were so excited that they will be living under the same roof already. Both kids had no playmates in their homes for so long. "Let's play," Chad asked Chelsey. He's so fond of his new playmate. "Okay, I'll my legos too," she responds to him.

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.