1st Chronicles Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

"I can't read this." "It’s the First Language," Harrison said. His voice was a low rumble in the quiet of the archives. "It says you aren't just a Cruz, Madeline. Your lineage doesn't start with the territory lords. It starts with the First Alphas. The ones who didn't need a moon to shift. The ones who commanded the frequency of the earth itself." I pulled my hand back as if the gold had burned me. "That’s a myth. The First Alphas are bedtime stories for pups."

Penthouse lights swelled beacon, empire's crown awaiting. Marble foyer gleamed sterile under recessed halos, elevator whispering us to apex isolation. He laid me on a counter, cool, island expanse vast as a battlefield, hands—porcelain steady? No, tremor faint as he fetched the med kit, sleeves rolled exposing a dragon tattoo coiled possessively. First shake I'd seen, this ice god fracturing. "Hold still," he commanded, voice low, grind masking the edge, antiseptic wipe tracing the thigh gash deliberately. Fingers lingered, tracing mahogany curve, heat building traitorous despite fury boiling. Hazel met obsidian, betrayal's echo roaring.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN * * Vidarr's breath visibly falters, stunned into silence; the popping sound of wood burning murmurs in the air as his calloused fingers grip Soral's chin, and his thick thumb teases the glistening wetness on his omega’s soft cheek, which is highlighted by the fire.

I’ve already come this far, why not? Chapter 1:5 Why Not, Xoxo Nyx

" I never imagined one day I'd become someone who would lose my composure while cornering a man in public. But right now, I stared at Evan with bloodshot eyes, waiting for him to give me an answer. "Don't force my hand here, Cynthia. Please wait for me outside, I'll go find you once I'm done here." He spoke in a low tone, as if I were someone he was ashamed to be seen with. I stopped pushing, knowing that I couldn't get an answer now. But I wasn't expecting to bump into Jade as soon as I stepped out. I had never seen her before, but Evan had described her so vividly in his scripture. Her jet-black hair, fair skin, even the small light brown mole by her brow—it was all exactly the same.

Aethelred raised his scythe, and the silver mist began to turn into a swirling vortex of Primal-Void. "You have chosen the scars," the Brother resonated, his voice a sound of tectonic grinding. "Now, let us see if the scars can survive the Beginning." I looked at Félix, then at the twins, then at the map in the Chronos-Vault. We were at the center of the world, facing the first guardian of the first magic. "Let's show him the ending, Lixie," I said, my golden eyes turning a hard, solid amber.