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He said. "Tell them, we want a truce, not war." I meant that. He glanced at the window and stood. "Werewolves use scent to recognize their kin, vampires use Clan name, hunters use insignia. I want to carry your insignia." And glee tickled my heart hearing him said that. He offered his fist and Zild held it. Zild said, "I want to why you want to carry our insignia." "I'm sick of how they usually cover their fear this way. I've seen enough anomalies. I wanted to cut this stereotype of beliefs about immortals." I smiled at him. I saw him wince but managed to bear it.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

Although he may not possess the same overwhelming power as the other male, a distinct aura of strength enveloped him. He patted the nurse's back and swiftly left the room. The nurse, now standing before me, held up an injection. Its liquid was a vivid shade of red, and I recalled my mother mentioning that red often contained herbs used to weaken wolves, rendering them fragile and susceptible, typically employed in times of war.

His words were contained with conviction, and I believed him "I'm a cursed wolf, my power is like a double-edged sword so extreme and powerful, yet wildly unpredictable. I can't control when I shifts, I always loose control and unleashing havoc on those around me. The memories of my past victims haunt me, every I closed my eyes,Every full moon, I'm consumed by a fury and always leave behind atrail of bloodshed." I said to him.

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

They are so close to us and the could take us as captive or worst still kill us all here if the catch up to us. "Susan, Gunner, we have to leave now the vampires are coming we need to get out of here now!" I called out to my friend and sister but there was no answer, the cave was silent and only my voice could be heard as the echo rang through the whole forest. "And where the hell do you think you are going to," Charlotte Said walking out of the cave with my sister and Gunner who are both bundled up with a vine rope. Her eyes were gleaming silver and... Fangs where protruding through her lips as she claps her mouth.

The deal was that he would help me with my illness and I would help him with his curse. " By the way, I heard Lycans have a lot of wizards. Why can't they help you?" He glanced at me and then at the attorney who was handling Nolan's side of things. " Well, some curses are generational. So nothing can help. You might be a different case." " Could be. It's weird that a girl like me could be useful for someone like you." " Do you always look down on yourself?" he asked, his expression darkening. " What do you mean?"

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) Chapter Twenty Six * * With great difficulty, he pushed the feral urge inside. After a lethal warning, his fingers enclosed around her wrists, she had no choice but to follow in his raging footsteps. He dragged in a sharp breath, his gaze fell on Zara who was oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside of him as she tried to keep up with his pace. It was unimaginable. The most bizarre thing he had ever heard, but as ridiculous as it was, it was the only explanation that explained his nightmares and visions.