Zahir Paulo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“ What is your problem? I could see you staring at me.” Lying through is teeth he looked me in the eyes before saying, “ Look lady I have no idea what you are talking about. Maybe your just paranoid?” “It’s true I’ve never met you before but the way you were watching me says you have a bone to pick with me. So at least have the balls to tell me!” The man sat quiet for a moment before looking at me and sighing. He looked straight at me before saying, “My name is Paul and I’m the Black-Hyde Beta.”

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

“What did he do to you?’ I shook my head, feeling dizzy, unable to say a word. His aura turned dark. His jaw tightened and so did his grip on me. The door opened and the seer stepped out. “What did you do to her?” “I only followed the right procedure. Forgive me if I had hurt you, Luna” “Did you find out who the witch is?” Lukas asked. The seer's gaze lingered on me for a few seconds. I tensed up. “No. Alpha Lukas. I checked all of them and none of them is one. It seems my vision was wrong” he bowed deeply in apology. “So it was a false alarm? I ought to put you in jail for this, but I'll forgive you just this once”

Both of Zeke and Cadmar pushed their father back while I stared at him with wide eyes. They were yelling at him while he blinked and stared at me. I was breathing hard and I couldn't process why he was telling me all the things that happen to Valdus and the old Alpha. "I'm sorry. I went over the line." He said. "My name is Helmer by the way, and the old Luna use to say I have a big mouth. So, I can't seem to shut my 'big' mouth up." He said while he looked at me one last time and then looked at his sons and gave them a nod before leaving the field.

“You already know my name. You know that I am Alpha born.” “That’s not what I asked.” I turned my face away, staring out at the trees beyond the balcony. The silence stretched. He sighed quietly. “I’ll find out eventually. I would rather that I hear it from you. Whatever it is that you’re trying to hide, I wouldn’t harm you with it.” “I know.” I whispered despite myself. “I’ll just leave you to find the information you’re looking for.” “It would be easier,” he said, “if you told me yourself. There is no changing reality and it’s not black and white here either. We all have our flaws.”

her father assured. "Calm down Erica and just leave the line on" another voice said to her, it was a police man. Erica felt a whole lot of relief that she was going to get found soon but at the same time she feared for her life. Jerry and the zombie princess pushed the door open and walked in. The princess lay on the bed with Jerry and tried making out with him. Erica could feel her heart pounding really hard in her chest, she felt disgusted by what Jerry was doing with the zombie.

Zinjo roared loud enough to scare the grotesque hoard back a few feet, “We are visiting dignitaries, This is Aurelia princess and heir to the throne of Shadowfen, and I am Zinjo of Kiazangi.” The giant's expression changed to one of utter devotion, “I am Isaac Harbinger. My research made real,” He fell to his knees and gripped Zinjo's pantleg, “Tell me the formula for such a change. Your forms represent everything I ever hoped to achieve. Please tell me.” The desperation in his voice and the anger in Zinjo's face at his words put tension on the scene.

Zahir stood so close to my face. “My heart and compassion died the very moment your people took us and subjected us to immense hardship. I am doing nothing but giving you a taste of your own medicine, so you would know exactly how it feels.” Zahir expressed and as much as it pains me to admit, he was very right. He seemed to take delight in suffering my scalp as he once again pulled me up to my feet by my hair.

Like a king marked personally by some kind of entity. His skin carried the deep golden-tan shade of someone born beneath relentless sunlight, sharply contrasting against the dark black hair falling around his face. Unlike Ael’s colder elegance, Zahir looked wild. Brutal. There was nothing soft or refined about him. Even standing still, he radiated overwhelming physical power.

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,