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If it's ok with their parents, they took off running to get permission. As we set sail for Corpus Christi, Bella's eyes are glued to the horizon, scanning the waves for any sign of marine life. Suddenly, she gasps in excitement, pointing to the starboard side of the yacht. "Mommy, Mommy! Look! a Whale! And dolphins! They're swimming alongside us!" I hold her hand tight, gazing out at the incredible sight as everyone on board joins us, even the families from the lower decks were on the top deck enjoying the view. We all watch as a pod of bottlenose dolphins play in the waves, their sleek bodies leaping and splashing in the sunlight. And in the distance, a majestic humpback whale is breaching

Kael’s arm pressed protectively against my side, and I felt his breath pause as his gaze fixed on the line of wolves appearing on the horizon. They moved like a wave, shoulder to shoulder, thousands of them. But there was no growl, no snarl, not even the sound of paws striking dirt. Just silence. At their front was a figure draped in white, riding atop a skeletal creature that moved like smoke but left cracks in the earth as it passed. Its bones pulsed faintly, like they held a heartbeat stolen from another world. The rider wore a crown made of ash and bone, and though I couldn’t see his eyes, I felt them. On me.

The instant it did, the forest lid up with another dozen motorcycles, roaring to life. The Wolf Riders! They circled the Black Skull Riders, hollering and laughing, before breaking into formation and heading back to the main road. Screaming woes and curses, Viper ordered his men to follow us as their bikes roared to life and tried to catch up... “I can’t believe he fell for that!” Knives grinned, way too happy about being shot at than any normal man would! I didn’t reply but grinned as well, as he hollered a “hoo-yah!” and took the lead as we sped down the road. As it would turn out, leaving Bunny with too much time on his hands and with money from his stepdad was a deadly combination. Appar

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

He gets all pissy and speeds away kicking up all kinds of dirt and dust as he leaves. As soon as he’s gone I hear my warriors coming from the direction of the pack house. The first one to show up is my Beta, Zander Jackson, and then my lead warrior, Kade Porter. Not only are they two of my best warriors, they’re also my best friends. Zander and I are both 20 but Kade is only 18, and still taller than both of us in human form. Zander is 6’1”, I’m 6’2” and Kade is 6’3” and still seems to be growing. Kade is an old soul though and usually acts as the more mature one in non-pack related situations. My wolf is the biggest though as I will soon be the next Alpha. Since we’re all in wolf form I sti

I tried to ignore the pain radiating through my chest at his words. “What do you mean who am I? I’m Snow, your gifted mate… You don’t remember me?” I asked. He shook his head. “I'm sorry, I don’t.” He said. “Come here, let me show you.” I said, and held my hand out to him. He didn't move though. “Why would I let a Hunter get that close to me?” He asked. “Damien, I would never hurt you!” I scoffed. I was getting frustrated now.

The dark black blanket was formed by the clouds. The waves were in the turmoil of sheer rage as they raised as high as they could. The always calming ocean was seething; wanting to tear the skies down and put an end to all the suffering because it was unbearable. The wild waves crashed against the Rocky edges of the shore but alas the boat was far too gone with no way of ever returning and ironically enough Hunter knew he left his heart on that boat which was facing the world's cruelest thunderstorm. The harshness of nature all alone. He left his Silvia on that boat.

At least they would end this long wait, one way or another. At the head of the sea of rogue wolves stood a black stallion, quite similar to the white one that Logan had dismounted from. Logan suddenly felt small and inconsequential. He wished he had stayed on his own mount. He looked up into the eyes of the Rogue King. The man was huge; Logan wondered how the horse could hold him up. He was bald and had a large tattoo on the left side of his face, the exact shape of a crescent moon. The eyes that stared into Logan's were a pale, faded gray colour. They were cold and seemed to inflict fear on whoever looked into them.

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

They all were given robes to wear that had the crest and colours of the ocean kingdom on them and everyone was loaded into a chamber that was pulled by Emperor Cyraeneus’s beastkin Seut, a huge whale shark. The whale shark burst through the surface pulling the chamber with it and swam up to the sky above the clouds. Igris looked out of the window and so did the others and couldn’t believe how beautiful it was above the clouds. Queseon hugged Igris from behind and asked, “Are you enjoying the view bub?” Igris turned around and ended up falling on the chair with his father lying on him and groaned, “Daddy, you’re heavy.” “I know that,” Queseon said and started kissing his son all over.