MTL - Shadow Bear Tibbers’ Plane Journey - Chapter 1744 ?(???)? The slaughtering demon fleet that was wiped out

After dying in the apocalypse, Su Jin was given a second chance as she was reborn into her former self just one month before the beginning of the end. Knowing that the world was about to fall apart, she started stockpiling everything she could. Her family started to think that she had gone crazy after her marriage and was ready to gang up to ruin the trashy husband. However, as the world suddenly changed around them, their air tickets and money were rendered useless and they now understood just how much foresight their beloved Su Jin had this whole time. As they continued to fight for survival, Su Jin’s husband scoured the city with several better-looking team members. One of them groaned while trudging ahead, This is the 212th time we’ve lost our way since the team leader began his search for his wife…

Della Draven, the beautiful twin sister of Snow Moon’s Alpha heir, seemed untouchable. It was no secret that she would give herself only to her fated mate, the one who would complete her, the other half of her soul.When Della discovers that she is pregnant, she is shocked to her very core. She knows that she did not give herself willingly, and even her own mother seems to think she should take a pill and forget all about what she can’t remember. Her pregnancy will paint a target on the status of her family, threatening to rob her brother of the role he has trained for his whole life, and making her the subject of public ridicule and shame.Della refuses to accept that there is only one way out of the situation she has been forced in to, and she cannot deny the bond she feels with the pup growing inside of her, regardless of how he got there. Never one to back down from a fight, she decides that she will do whatever it takes to bring HER pup into the world, even if it means leaving behind the only home she has ever known.After a cruel rejection, her heart and spirit could have broken completely, but it only strengthens her resolve. She will leave behind almost everything to start a new life, one where her pup will be loved and celebrated. She will leave the world of werewolves to live as a human.She can’t help but worry that the past will rear it’s ugly head and threaten the happiness she has built, especially when her mate finds her and she finds out his true identity.The web surrounding the truth unravels, threatening to shake the very foundation of werewolf society. As Della and her family are pulled into a dangerous game, her son’s musical talent propels him into the spotlight of the human music scene. As his fame grows, so do the threats to Della’s family, and to werewolves everywhere.Will her son be the one to bring peace among humans and werewolves, to bring much needed change to werewolf society, or will his truth start a war?All Della can do now is hope that the world is ready for the truth, because it is coming, whether they are ready or not.Full of twists and turns, this story churns faster and faster towards an epic event that will change the world as everyone knows it.check out my official author site on Facebook, dianefosterunofficial. https://www.facebook.com/share/g/1Q68L2hLTA/?mibextid=wwXIfr

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]