Zahir Paulo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Everything is fine. Please don’t worry.” “We will leave in a day for Phantoria.” Zahir said. Zahir had black eyes and hairs too, but he had white highlights at the tips of his relatively short hair. He had a right eyebrow piercing. He had a light moustache and coolly shaped beards. He was well built, tall, and very intuitive. He wore similar normal clothes like Amor's but he kept his shirt’s buttons loose, revealing half of his bare chest. Even the sleeves of his cream shirt were folded up, creased on his biceps.

Both the compass connected as if hitting a magnetic field, and it wasn’t until they flew toward me that my soul was pulled out of my body. My mate’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me to his chest, and it wasn’t until I saw Aurora nodding as she looked at Nicholas that my vision returned back to normal. And rather than carrying only the hunter’s pendant, I now had a pendant that had all three pieces sealed to one another as if they had always belonged to each other. “She is the Phoenix.” Aurora said, nodding in respect. “Your mate, Alpha Alessandro, is the chosen one to end all darkness…”

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

I shove him into the shower with his clothes still on, I'm barely in my right mind to look after him, so I try to do the best I can right now. After about 15 minutes of sitting in the shower, he looks better. His eyes focus and he recognizes where he is. "I fucked up Danni. Grace pregnant, my mate, fuck my mate, she probably hates me," Zander starts rambling. He found his mate, and he's been keeping it a secret. How the fuck has he been doing that? I sit there silently as he continues to babble. What's the saying … a drunk man's word is a sober man's thoughts?

He looks hurt, but he quickly shakes that off. “Do you want to know why you feel that way, Abella?” he says, his tone settling into a dark, serious tone which is so cold, the hot water against my skin isn’t even enough to mitigate the shivers streaming down my back. “If you think Noah is such an angel who is always honest with you, why don’t I tell you his one dark secret. And by the sounds of it, you’ll like it.” “Cian-“ “I don’t want to have to share you, but when I share this information…I’ll have no other choice,” he admits, his voice almost strangled. His suddenly change in attitude is both confusing and jarring. I didn’t know Cian had this range of emotion.

His outfit was adorned with moon dust and his shoulder length locks swayed wildly in all directions as he moved his head. He read his audience carefully; folklore of all kinds. Upon focusing deeply, he was able to see their auras. He didn’t like what he saw. Most of them were emitting a black or red aura that reflected stress, anger, frustration and darkness of their cores. He was not disappointed however. He had firm faith in his music. He would heal them all with the power of his tunes, he was sure of that. His name was Paulo. Once the dark demon of music, now he was a healer of the damaged souls.

I will never be Stefanos de Vesilios again. -Zohara

"Those who wish, may join the Kingdom and live peacefully with us, those who don't, will be executed or exiled to live as rogues for the remainder of their days. Make your decisions quickly and let my Beta Halphas know. I wish to get the mother of my heir back to have her injuries treated." He scoops me into his arms and has only taken a few steps when Zachariah and Calista from the East River Pack block our path. "Oh you're still alive, go and see Halphas, I assume you'll choose death or exile over submitting, you always did make stupid decisions." He says dismissively, continuing to walk past them but Zachariah grabs his arm. "I have more important things to deal with than executing you ri

The other Alphas nodded, and then they started introducing their selves to echo other. Apparently, the tall, thin tan one with brown hair and hazel eyes is Alpha Paul Saunders from the Lighting Pack. Then there's a guy who could be of Latino or Hispanic decent as he has a very slight accent with darker skin and hair with light brown eyes he is very muscular but not as tall as Paul his name is Leonard Mullins and he says " im glad we are working this out." The last guy is hard to explain his name is Zavier Leopold. When I heard his name, I realized I knew his family, and he got the best parts of his parents. He's huge at damn near six foot ten he's built like a rock like his dad. He has a car

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.