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- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

GRACE'S POV APRIL 12th, 2013 There was a sound. It came first as a distant ringing, sharp and persistent, like something fighting to pull me back from wherever I had fallen. It cut through the quiet darkness, growing louder, closer, more insistent. “Grace?” “Grace!”

Then the shadows exploded. Dark energy crashed across the ruins like a storm wave. Warriors screamed as they were thrown backward violently. Several wolves slammed into trees hard enough to crack the bark. The chains holding Damian rattled loudly. Orion cursed under his breath.And then she appeared. Nyx stepped out from the darkness slowly. Her black robes flowed around her like smoke. Silver symbols glowed faintly across her skin, and her silver eyes burned brighter than I had ever seen before. The moment she appeared, every shadow around the ruins bent toward her.

not move. She simply sat, her eyes fixed on the horizon. Wolves approached her cautiously, offering food, warmth, words. She did not respond. I sat beside her on the third day. "You are not alone," I said. "I feel alone." "That is the wound talking. It is not the truth." "Then what is the truth?" I took her paw. "The truth is that you are here. You are present. You are alive. The rest is just noise." --- On the fifth day, the cold returned. Not from Dawn—from the sky. A storm of ice and shadow, descending on Silver Creek. The followers had found a new power. Not the void—something else. Something darker. Dawn stood. "I know this storm. It is not from the void. It is from the place before th

"But Caleb made this dress himself. He sat in that wheelchair and sewed every stitch. He worked on it for three hundred days and nights. Ethan, I told you I-" Ethan kissed her hard to shut her up. "One last time. Okay?" He wanted me to watch. He wanted me to see exactly how he had her. He wanted me to see them tangled up together, while they desecrated everything I had made with my own hands. And when it was over I would be left with whatever he had used and discarded, a wedding dress soaked in their betrayal. Just like how they shattered my happiness, destined to live in his shadow. And Serena said yes.

Onyx is my child, the child Norah had given birth to, she’s 5 years old. “What are you doing in my room?” I asked Norah curtly. “Onyx wanted to see you.” She said, I pointed towards the door. “Ezra, why do you act as if we’re enemies?” She asked. “Get out!” I said softly, she knew not to go against me, and she slowly walked out of the room leaving I and Onyx together. “Dad, why do you hate mummy?” Onyx asked. I sighed and squatted down and hugged her.

Zeidan Bran eyed the heavy metal door with locks before him. He hadn't wanted to involve the Onyx in the war but as bloody as this is getting, it's high time he does. Or maybe keep it in a safe place. A safe place like South Park. But can he trust Styx enough to give him all the Onyx? What if he refuses to return it? He touched the knob and thought of how his father had given him access to the room and treasure.

He initially thought that it was Evernight being protective of the zither but that was evidently not the case. Evernight looked at the Jade Zither that was of deep sandalwood color on the table and said slowly, "This zither is named the Jade Ornament of Ninth Heaven. It has many owners over the years and each one would suffer a violent death without exception! That's why its murderous aura doesn't dissipate and it becomes so bloodthirsty. It's also why there's such a dense Death Qi inside!"

“Camelorn fell after a while and Octavius’ soul was condemned to the hell realm but his daughter brought him back to life. To release him from Ashterah’s claws they had to perform a ritual that replaced his Daemon blood with…something. Actually this is one of the things I don’t know about this story. We only know Ashterah’s blood was replaced and when Octavius came back to life he developed a taste for human blood and went on a rampage, converting people to vampires. That’s the story of why our kinds exist.” I was speechless. The story was intriguing. I suspect there’s more to the story and I have this hunger to know more. I could get drawn into a story like that if it was written. “Welcome

She thrived on making people wait for her, like it gave her some kind of power. As I scrolled through the options, I couldn’t find anything that felt right for Dawn. I wanted something elegant and timeless, but not bulky. Dawn wouldn’t like a massive stone or a thick band. She preferred smaller, delicate jewelry . The kind that enhanced her beauty without drawing unnecessary attention. She never enjoyed having too many eyes on her. I lingered on a design featuring an opal stone. It reminded me of the Moon Goddess’s gift. The beautiful, irreplaceable bond I’d been blessed with. My true mate. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else. I didn’t want anyone else. Only Dawn.