My lycan form emerged as soon as I jumped out of my seat. Bones crunched. Black fur grew at terrifying speed. Deadly claws dug deep on the marbled walls and floors of my pack house, and even the roofs of my subordinates as I leaped from one building to the next.
It was probably the fastest run I had since the day I existed in this world—or Alpha Eckon's, for that matter. He didn't have the ability to teleport like I do, but his superior agility could almost be likened to teleportation.
I reached the far edge of Mount Ras Zubayr in less than a minute. I sensed Herneith already underwater. Fuck. And heard her faint heartbeat. Without delay, I jumped in. My lungs expanded as I locked the oxygen inside. Bubbles surrounded me as my eyes adjusted to
Thank you for being so patient with me during my hiatus. Aside from me and my family acquiring covid, we were also hit by Typhoon Rai and left us without electricity, water and internet for a month. It has been a hard time for us, but I am happy to say our lives are normalizing now. You should expect updates for this book starting February. Also, we are near our end. I'd like to know if you are Team Axel, Team Eros or Team Both. XD
AxelKing Raxelan had rule over everything just like I do. He decides for his people and no one contests it. He had freedom and strength beyond question. He was above all as he should be as the dragon king. However, there was always one topic which he had to consult his people with.The mating.It was tradition and an absolute word that the dragon council needed inputs to.It would have been easy once mated. After all, no one argues who destiny pairs us with. But in King Raxelan's case, his mating with Herneith caused a serious problem with the council.They knew she was human, but moreover, they found out she was also mated to Alpha Eckon.'How the actual hell did they know about this?'my mind exclaimed as I played out King Raxelan's life again.Inside his throne hall filled with incense and entitled lords, he was about to burst this same question to them, but decided not to. Especi
AxelIt didn't take long before trouble appeared on King Raxelan's mountain, literally.As soon as he transported to his throne hall, a guard stationed at the watchtowers of Mount Ras Zubayr speeded towards him, knelt on the floor, and cried out, "My King! Werewolves and lycans spotted near Lake Bahrmoris and around the mountain. There are hundreds of thousands of them!"With the barrier he created, he was confident they couldn't easily find their hideout, but this much population of these mangy creatures was an issue. Power by numbers, as the old saying goes. King Raxelan hadn't known yet what they were capable of, what abilities they have, but he knew they could find a way through the barrier and attack them.'Good then,' he thought out loud. 'Saves me the energy to go to the capital city and destroy them.'The fact that they charged first only stamped his idea that they truly wanted war. It didn't matter what their reason
I had been afraid only once in my life, but that was exceedingly a long time ago. Unfortunately, my fear was born from it.The fear of fangs.I called it fangtophobia.Weird, I know.Scientifically speaking, that fear didn't exist. Or to be more accurate, that nomenclature didn't exist. But my fear of fangs though, for me, breathed and lived inside my entire being. Inside my blood, my nerve endings and synapses. It had haunted me always, day and night. It gave me no rest.I got a breather from it when I started my training in the U.S. Marine Corps, where my father—now a re
RaynaThe whirring of the helicopter blades blasted around me, slicing my eardrums and overwhelming the connections in my brain. Did it bother me?Heck no.I drove se
RaynaYes, a wheelchair and no, I am not kidding.Uncle James was right when he said Mr. Axel Windstorm, CEO of the Windstorm Conglomerate, was different.I blamed it all to myself for no
RaynaWhen we reached the helipad of Hextrion HQ, it was already ten in the morning. The sun was almost high in the sky and my stomach was already rumbling.A group of men—about five of them—waited for our copter to park. I only recognized one though: the seasoned man with the highest rank standing front and center among the other four.
RaynaAgainst my better judgment, memories of the time I first met Mr. Windstorm flashed before me. It would have been better to entertain those memories while alone, but the way he looked at me with those magnetic eyes now, it awakened the same feeling I felt and projected the same visions I saw this morning.The feeling and the vision I both painfully suppressed for the remainder of our helicopter ride...Uncle James, through a text message, sent me instructions about my assignment after I left his office.'Tomorrow afternoon, go to Joint Base Andrews. You will be briefed there. Your flight to Bolivia will be at 0300 hours the day after. Bring light clothes as it will just be a three-day stay. Once you arrive at El Alto International Airport, look for Jorge Flores. He prefers to be called George, by the way. He will be the one driving the helicopter to Hextrion. After you find him, you will meet with Mr. Axel Windstorm in a private
RaynaMy reality froze, taken hostage by the deep colors of his eyes. For a moment, I forgot to breathe, to move, to talk, or to even blink. I felt helpless, and I didn't like it.The room I was in vanished and the same dark sky heavily adorned with stars and auroras replaced it. I easily felt the slap of cold wind on my face, even though I knew this wasn't real.'Rayna...' That growling