Novel & Cerita What Can't The Colt Kill In Supernatural

"I want her distracted. I want her breaking." He carved a sigil into the air, and from it emerged a creature not born of this world—a shadow beast, taller than any werewolf, covered in black scales, with eyes like coals. "Send them all." Mia's POV The alarms sounded just past midnight. I was halfway to the nursery when the howling began. Not wolves. Something worse. I burst into the warded room. Kato stood with his hands raised, shielding Nyx in a dome of golden light. Sybil was already casting symbols into the air, sweat pouring down her temples.

This felt like a scene out of a fictional book. "I think I'm going crazy." She mutters to herself as she fetches a glass cup, fills it with water and gulps it down. 'You haven't answered my question.' He continues, his voice a low growl. She sighs. What question? 'Oh, for the bloody cursed tomb! Why shouldn't I kill him? You definitely do not like him and I sense resentment. Maybe even hate.' I don't hate him. I don't? 'You bloody do!'

Rhett himself stepped into the room, flanked by Killian and Colt. Killian’s face was unreadable, but Colt’s eyes glittered with rage. He carried a heavy-looking sledgehammer, resting it casually on his shoulder like a baseball bat. “No one’s walking out of here,” Rhett said calmly. “But I wanted to give you a chance to make it easier for yourselves.” “You have no proof she’s alive,” Widow sneered. “You’re chasing ghosts.” “We’re the ghosts,” Colt said, stepping forward. “And we’re not chasing anything. We’re here to clean house.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“Mom stormed out of their tent and walked into the woods. I was peeing outside my tent… wondering why they were fighting. She never came back that night. Damien… he didn’t go after her. About an hour later, I got worried and went to ask him…” Red’s voice broke completely. More tears rolled down her face. I quickly grabbed the file again, opened it, and flipped to his picture. He was standing on a beach. My eyes dropped to his neck. The breeze had blown his collar slightly, revealing the tattoo, unmistakably the same one from Miss Lin’s wrist. My stomach dropped like a stone. I stared at it harder, heart pounding. Red gently took the picture from my hands, her fingers trembling badly. Her gaz

He was still on the ground, not moving. “COLT!” I yelled before running up to him. His eyes found mine but mine were stuck on the red slash across his neck. He opened his mouth to speak but I silenced him with a look. Setting Adalynn down, my wolf immediately pushed me back. I was so shocked that I couldn’t even fight her. Colt’s eyes flashed and I realized his wolf came forward as well.

Beta Eric pov. I hate that Colt forced me to come here. Even the team knows why he didn’t come. That it in fact didn’t have to do with business. He doesn’t want the she-wolves in this pack to throw themselves at him. I can’t say I don’t blame him. Ever since his mate died years ago. She-wolves have been after him and the power that comes with being his mate. They have even tried potions to make him think they are his second chance mate. Luckily his smart. He always has a white witch to check the bond’s legitimacy. Otherwise we would have ended up with a power hungry queen.

"How did the night go? Everything remain quiet?" Colton gave a soft snort of derision. "As quiet as it can be with your new friends prowling around out there." He shook his head. "They're shifters for crying out loud. They should know about our supernatural hearing." He shrugged, reaching for his coffee cup. "I'm sure they're trying to help, but we're not even sure what the hell Hoyt is to know whether or not he would recognize them for what they are. Hell, there were even a few vamps zipping around out there." He lifted his cup to his lips. Before he took his sip, he said, "They need to be careful."

That was the reason werewolves smelling and hearing power couldn't work in that area. First, she gave a pain similar to a migraine to everyone, giving of which everyone howled in pain except Colton, who remained unaffected because he was blessed with the power that any kind of magic or spell wouldn't work on him. So, a lot of hunters attacked him to keep him busy so that he wouldn't be able to help those werewolves. While that witch increased her spell of Calvin's brain to kill him by blasting all his veins, after all, he was the leader, and once he would be dead, his pack members would run away on their own.