روايات وقصص ضمن Zoro.

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

I downed it in a few gulps. After a few minutes I felt dizzy and like I was drunk. I realised my gut was correct and there was something in the water. I laid my head down and before I knew it my eyes were closing. I woke up to the feeling of a heavy weight on my chest. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, the room was dark, only the moonlight shining through the window. I waited for my eyes to adjust but I struggled. I tried to move my arms to find them tied to something. I began to squirm but still felt dizzy and woozy. I felt cold, colder than before. The realisation fell over me, my clothes were gone. I tried to fight but my body was weak. I was still fighting the effects of whatever drug was

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Disintegrate. The warrior struggles up. Wounds closing where her light touched him. Skin knitting together. He rejoins the fight. She turns. Already moving to the next. A beacon of silver fire cutting through corruption. Unstoppable. Deadly. On our left flank—Zora. Her jaws ripping. Claws tearing. A blur of violence. Three kills in seconds. Throat. Spine. Skull. Her rogues following. Coordinated. Experienced. One of my warriors goes down. Overwhelmed. Four rogues on him.

Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail. She looks strong. Dangerous. It’s Zara. But she’s not wearing a Wolf patch. On the back of her cut, stitched in fresh white thread, is a skull. A Reaper skull. And below it, the rocker patch: PROPERTY OF KYROS. She stops ten feet away. She isn't holding a gun. She’s holding a set of keys. She looks at me. Her eyes are dead. "Hello, Thalia," Zara says. Drakon stands up, aiming at her chest. "Traitor."

he taps out and she releases him. Seeing as she won, she stepped out of the ring and stands on the sidelines close by us “that was damn good skill young lady” my father approaches her “thank you sir” “which pack are you from dear?” “the Woods Pack sir” “ahh Alpha Teejan, okay and may I ask your name child” “it’s Roho sir, but most people call me Red or Roro” “hang on, how come he and Cory gets to call you Roro and I have to say your full name?” “have you no respect for your elders my King? How can you refer to him as simply he?”

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

That stupid crater face c*** I am going to f*** her up when I see that B****! Capri called the tow truck and hitched a ride from Holly who was also getting off duty. Holly would not shut up about going to find them and teaching them a few lessons. She was a hot head with no filter no matter who she was around.

I growled again and stretched my claws further. "I said who the fuck are you?" "Fine! I'm Zora, Isra's sister," she said, putting her hand out.

This realm only has shifters, so naked seems to be a way of life. "You really don't like Uncle Ashrac?" Zara asks. I know it's not Zora because while they might be wearing identical shorts and shirts, I noted the different colored bows in their hair when they introduced themselves. I can't help wondering if their mom had to put dots on their feet when they were babies to tell them apart. I'm sure it was easier after their personalities came out but I'm having trouble with the boys; it's a shame they don't wear hair bows.