Khan Mulan Novelas e Histórias

We come to offer you the support of the Panthers in your fight Far Prince. They bowed their aristocratic heads, and were followed in by another tall male, this one with red/gold hair and flashing emerald eyes, ‘I am Khan, and I give you the support of the Tigers.’ He said inclining his head his eyes glowing gold as his animal tried to come forward, Killian frowned, ‘Can you control your animal, Khan?’

Tate POV I watched as Channing kneeled down next to her uncle who was seated on a chair in the common room. She handed him a glass of water while he spoke to her about her mother. The way her eyes lit up when Kai told her about his memories in the Black Moon Warriors made me smile.

Scarlett’s POV “Tasha! Channing! What do you have for us?” I call out to two of my trackers as I walk toward the pack land’s northern border. They had gone out, following the unknown scent that the warriors had picked up. Cayden, Bree, Jacob and I are on our way to meet them as they return home. They both shift from their wolves into their human forms as Jacob tosses them both a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “Well,” Tasha says as she jumps into the sweatpants Jacob gave her, “it’s interesting.”

It made Kane smile more than he expected. Her red hair, still slightly damp from her shower, fell in loose waves around her delicate face. The oversized white t shirt she wore, his shirt, slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale freckled skin along her collarbone. Kane stood across the room, flipping another pancake onto a plate with easy precision. He wore nothing but grey sweatpants, his muscles shifting with each movement, calm and controlled. Mona blinked suddenly, realizing she had been staring. "Wow... you're so good at that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”

Raihan will still be Raihan, someone who is not afraid of being killed by anyone except God who took his life. My principle is to kill or be killed to defend human justice on this earth. As long as I live, I will always defend truth and virtue without knowing one's caste, money, education, life principles, religion, position, and dignity. Someone in this world has the same right to live in this world, be side by side with each other, hold each other, and love each other that is what I want.

’ I called out after a few minutes, too lazy to find out on my own. ‘I’ll be right there, Malyshka’ he answered simply. He walked over with a tray of fruit, bread, and pretzels along with a bowl of melted chocolate. Impressed, I grabbed the serving tray from him while he settled across from me. Tears threatened again as he fed me chocolate covered pretzels. Sasha POV

I was young when my parents died. Only 9 at the time. They died fighting in the pack war. The same one that killed our last Alpha. Our pack eventually won the war but at great cost. We lost almost half of our warriors during the war. My name is Fallon Thomas, I am part of the Crescent Falls pack of Oregon. After the war we absorbed the Blood Moon pack, making our pack now the largest in the country.

Let them accept her challenges and step onto the mat. She'd end them. All of them. And she'd do it legally. Properly. In full accordance with pack law. And when it was over, when seven conspirators lay defeated, broken, taught the lesson they desperately needed, pack would know. Everyone would know. Luna wasn't just Pakhan's mate. Wasn't just omega. Wasn't just pretty face or political alliance. Luna was warrior. Protector. Someone willing to be brutal, absolutely brutal, to protect family.

"We are about to embark on a mission that requires precision, stealth, and the utmost secrecy. Our goal is to capture unwounded pack members from the Blue Moon Pack without causing unnecessary harm. The element of surprise will be our greatest ally. We'll strike under the cover of night when their defenses are lowered. Our scouts and trackers have provided us with valuable information, and it's up to us to execute this plan flawlessly." The soldiers nodded in understanding, their expressions reflecting a determination to carry out the mission successfully. Beta Damien continued the briefing, outlining the roles and responsibilities of each unit. He emphasized the need for quick and efficient