Damage Romane & Geschichten

I added, soft, slow, dangerous. "Thought I'd catch you before you vanished again."

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the man replied with a more serious look. Tom walked past his apartment like he wasn't his,he headed straight for the exist to the building. He was welcome by the heat of the sun his eye saw a huge light sentence, he felt a little pain, it only lasted for five seconds, he walked very fast with a single arm in his pocket. He felt like heading back to his apartment to get his sun glasses.Every step was coated with regrets, the burns were intensifying.

Kimberly stuttered, finally realizing that it was indeed Roy, in flesh and blood. “I didn’t. I was in a coma for a month, due to the severe injuries I sustained.” he explained, finally clearing the air. “And Hugh?” she nervously whispered, but got a deep growl from Roy which frightened her. “I’m sorry.” she wasted no time in apologizing, not wanting to face his wrath for enquiring after another man. “He didn’t make it.” Roy eventually replied after some minutes of awkward silence. Kimberly couldn’t prevent the stray tears from rolling down her cheeks. Roy sighed at her reaction, ignoring the anger he was feeling from his mate crying over another werewolf.

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

“What is finite doing here? How did you get in? she asked No reply. She proceeded to take off the garment, revealing a person from Arba’s race. “A Rockshire in finite?” this is rare The Rockshire struggled and oozed out black energy. The energy began to disrupt the balance of the room as everywhere rumbled. Craya, on the other hand, struggled to hold onto him but couldn’t. He threw her off and approached me. As he was about to grab me, he paused. “Turn around,” a voice said.

“I-I’m sh-shifting.” This is going to hurt.

"Type C? Zane, that’s not a first attack move. That’s like a death sentence. You really want to go that far?" Type A damage was more like a warning attack, we made sure they were no lost lives and we also made sure a message was delivered. Type B damage did not mind inflicting some injuries. Type C was the midpoint. Lives could be lost, properties damaged too. Type D was more like a wiping out of the entire enemy forces from the surface of the earth and the last damage type was causing an individual to self destruct.

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