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Dangerous smile. Marcus wanted war? He would get war. But not the one he expected. The one he could not win. Could not survive. Could not— Escape. Because I had something he did not. Something he could never have. Something that made me stronger than him despite captivity. Love. For Hope. For Damien. For family worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth— Everything. And love made me not weak. Made me invincible. Made me— Unstoppable. Marcus would learn. Soon. Very soon.

“You guys really think that you are completely invincible because the arrows didn’t affect you? Don’t underestimate us just because we are human. Just wait, we will show you what we are capable of. All of you will die at the hands of my people tonight.” The tension of both sides were slowly getting overwhelming. Both the armies rolled up their sleeves, getting ready for battle. However, at the moment, Nicklaus suddenly raised his hand lazily making his men stop and not approach the other team. “What is this Nicklaus?” Kwan looked at Nicklaus confused. The fact that they came to Nephus, wasn’t it because they wanted to fight with the so called super soldiers and the take the throne and give i

For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem. The rest of the sculpture was a solid dark grey with one of his feet, the right one, erected onto a pedestal while the left one was raised and bending almost forty-five degrees to give the perfect running position. TO WHOEVER SEEKS TRUE STRENGTH & BRAVERY "A little off-putt

he exclaimed in a voice that implied a little longing. Yes, who would have thought that Cally Dominic who is an expert in various fields, say martial arts expert, close combat expert, marksman, data hacking expert, expert in using high-level weapons, has a thin brain, is famous for his arrogance and unrivaled beauty. even very famous in the brutality of killing the person whose target is the son of a high-ranking FBI agent, General Frederic Dominic?

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

“It is a shame that you won’t be here to watch his world fall apart.” Suddenly his, which had been transformed with dragon claws, plunged inside her stomach. She let out a cry as she reached out and touched a glowing hand on his chest. He yelled out in pain, pulling away from her and staggering back. I saw there was a handprint burned onto his chest, with the head of a dragon seared in the center. I watched in horror as his skin started to heal, but the print remained, like a tattoo. He let out a growl as he returned to her.

- Do you have any medicine in your bag? — I hope he's better. - With great promptness, Catherine opened her backpack, and right in the front pocket, she had a small black pouch with a kitty face. Inside, it was almost like a pharmacy. Since Miguel was taller, he looked at it from a privileged perspective. - How many kilos do you weigh? "Does it matter?" He asked rigidly. "Yes, if you weigh more than 100kg, I'll give you two doses because I only have a few grams here."

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male