Emily Thomas
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Victor found out painfully that Ulric's goal from the very start had never been to live in peace and harmony. But rather, his goal was to take Victor's position as Alpha, and take Allison as his wife. The Story was that Allison, as the only child of an Alpha was supposed to take over the position as head of the Werewolf clan, but Ulric would not have such a thing. Then again, he could not make any attempt on her life, after all, she was protected by a very strong Deep level Demon. Allison had found…-
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The events of that time played in his head. He still remembered it. As fresh as a cut on his skin. This was a wound that had never closed up, and now, the sight of Allison brought it up. It all started many many years ago, when he and Allison had arrived at Imperilment. Back then, they and many other Werewolves and innocent civilians had been thrust into a world governed by pain and blood. Unfortunately, for all his strength, Victor had been pulled into this new world while sleeping. He had been…
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Victor stood there, his expression morphing from anticipation to disbelief, and then to a deep-seated disappointment. The ferocity and determination that had surged through him, fueling his powerful summoning, dissipated as if snuffed out by a sudden gale. The wolves, his wolves, embodiments of his will and years of concentrated effort, now frolicked at the feet of the baroness, their menacing growls turned into submissive whimpers. His technique, a manifestation of his resolve and a symbol of…
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The air rippled with ancient power as Victor unleashed the *Howl of the Alpha*, summoning forth a legion of ethereal werewolves. These spectral beasts, each the size of buses, materialized with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Their forms, while translucent, pulsed with a menacing energy, their fur shimmering in shades of midnight blue and ghostly silver, mirroring the moonlit nights under which their kind had once roamed freely. Each werewolf bore the distinctive features…
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This was Bellsbabble, the language of demons. This language sounded like the clanging of teeth in pain and anguish. And then the land quaked and rumbled. It was as if the territory was responding to Cuban's words. It was at this moment that Victor noticed that the dry black sands was suddenly wet. Victor frowned a bit. However, the ground continued to become wet. it was as if the dry earth was all of a sudden rejecting water. Victor looked at his werewolf paw and then he noticed that this was not…
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Lenny could see that Cuban the blood demon was charging up on more power as he shed off the poison that had been attached to his body made entirely of blood. Lenny on the ground knew that if he did not act now, things were only going to get more difficult. He looked at Victor at the other side and decided that it was best to keep the Werewolf in the fight. "Victor, catch!" Lenny threw the recovery potion at him. Victor instinctively caught it. Even though he was tired, and could barely move, he…
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Cuban raised a brow at him, "Noticed what?" Lenny's gaze suddenly became sharp, "The Poison!" Lenny's eyes shone with the information that the Satan System gave him about his opponent. Appraiser was an ability that allowed him to see the functionality of opponents that he faced and not just their power levels. And Lenny could see it clearly. Cuban was poisoned. Almost at the same time, Cuban noticed a black patch on his arm. His hand shook slightly, and he could feel a loss of sensation in his…
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?Cuban on the other hand, Chuckled lowly, "I can see that it has finally kicked in. The immense fatigue must be hard to understand, but don't worry, as a blood demon, I am most familiar with your plight. Allow me to explain... You see, the secret is blood. It has always been blood. From the moment you entered the wandering city, you entered a private sub plane, where the most valuable thing here is blood. But blood works with authority, meaning that one can only give or use what one has authority…
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*BOOM!* The Clash was of epic proportions. Lenny Came down with his sword on Cuban's head, and Cuban with his Axe made of blood. the explosion of their clash shook the earth, sending black sand and dust into the air like a mushroom cloud. But one hit was not enough as Victor also attacked. He had transformed fully into a werewolf beast. He was twelve feet tall, and his arms and legs were thick as the trunk of a tree. His fur brownish red with bit of white fur to pepper it here and there. His…
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