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The First Witness Some stories are remembered. Others are rewritten. When Darius Blackwood discovers a forgotten journal belonging to the legendary Storykeeper Alaric, he uncovers a truth that has been buried for generations. History has not simply been forgotten—it has been carefully edited by a secret organization known only as the Circle. With Luna Vale at his side and an unlikely group of allies—including a former Archivist, a defector from the Circle, and ordinary people brave enough to question the stories they were taught—they begin unraveling a conspiracy that reaches far deeper than kingdoms or crowns. As erased names return, hidden villages awaken, and ancient witness circles emerge from the shadows, Darius realizes the greatest battle is not for power, but for memory itself. Because the Circle was never built to control kingdoms. It was built to control the stories people believe about themselves. Now the first true witnesses are gathering once again, carrying questions that no ruler can command and answers that no one can own. But the Circle has waited centuries for this moment. And it has no intention of letting the final story be written.

Barrett, alone and hurt. Everything she has worked hard always ended up in vain. The day she has ever awaited would be the biggest tragedy of her life. As she traveled alone in the mountains, the fangs that almost bit her bare neck didn’t bother her. And finally, as she fell on the high cliff where only the hard waves hit the spike stones, her body was wrapped in cold scales that embodied death. The moment she met him, everything rings danger in her head ,"You smelled great and desirable, won’t you be my mate? “ this handsome gentleman grins and confidently grabs her wrist in order to capture and make no escape. As she stared deep into his eyes “Don’t stare too much, I might hold on to you for the rest of your life.” he inches closer and the deep golden emerald eyes that mesmerize her more as if enslaving her very own soul.

Despite having a crush on my best friend, Adam, since I was 12, I had never let him know about it. This was because I was afraid of how he would react. But one day, everything was going to change. For some odd reason, something told me to walk around the park. To which I obliged. When suddenly, my nostrils flared. Unsure of where it was coming from, I glanced around. "Hmm. What's that smell?" I whispered. Right when I said that, the sound of crunching leaves broke the silence of the night. "Is that you, Sasha?" I overheard a voice speak harshly, causing me to look up. And as I did, my jaw dropped open in shock. There he was, Adam. He was standing in front of me, looking like a God. And the feelings that were dormant 10 years prior had returned full force. Was I willing to unleash it, or would I leave it be?