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Her mother replied before Arya could say anything. He took a fork from the kitchen and sat with them as they dug into the cake. All this while, Zachariah eyes did not leave one person, aryasmother. She bore resemblance to the high priestess so well, making him squint his eyes at her. Was she really Arya’s mom? But Arya didn’t bear any resemblance to her at all? “Quit staring ag her.” Arya hit his knees making him look at her angrily. Arya rolled her eyes before continuing with her cake.

he'll think I seduced an alpha who isn't my mate. what am I supposed to do? How will I...'Argh!' I felt a harsh pain rush through my heart I clunched chest, feeling the worst pain ever. Is it because I'm turning 18? "Aery!" I heard George's faint voice and it I felt.....a strong pheromones that I never smelt before. A scent of buring flame and a hint of roses, the scent was unique. So unique that made me drool. I looked at George who pushed my dad and ran towards me "Aery..." He grabbed me as I was about to fall on the ground, Placing me on his thighs, he smiled looking at me "What excuse do you give now? You're my fated mate Aery"

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

The air left my lungs in a rush when I saw how serious he looked. "Don't say that name," I said in a hollow voice. Tyrone stepped closer, sweat glistening on his forehead. He looked like hell. He might as well have dragged himself out of a pit just to tell me something I didn't want to hear. "I saw it," he said. "In a vision. The aura in her body doesn't match. It's like... like two threads woven into one. But the stronger one... isn't Arya. Not anymore." I swallowed. "She's pregnant, Tyrone. She's exhausted. It's trauma. Stress. She almost died—"

From this point, Aerys couldn't see the battle between Valor and Rhaenyx, but he could hear and feel the heat from the fire that crackled through the air. He kept his focus, Aerys knew this was the only way he could help. This was his mission. Whatever this would do, whatever this would change, even if it changed nothing, he wanted what belonged to the people to return to the people. This tree was their blessing and what kept the Kingdom running. He wouldn't let the selfishness and tyranny of leaders take it away. This is what he would defend, until his last breath. So he directed the draekon towards the hill and slowly lowered the tree into the hole where it once sat. Once the tree was plac

asked Athelstan, almost through gritted teeth. Sumon noticed Kyros visibly stiffening his jaw, while a flash of fear passed over his face, only to be replaced by anger. Anger? Fear? What's on your mind Neyer? Sumon wondered thoughtfully. "Elhias is the king of Aeris and Elder, just as Taryn Fahan is queen of Elder and Aeris," Nathan explained without moving his gaze from Athelstan. The prince clenched his fists on the table and a flash of sadness passed through his face, before he looked down, then hoisted himself on his hands and rose to stand up. Kyros next to him stood up and looked straight ahead, as his face became harder and tighter, as did his body getting stiffer and stiffer.

No wolf wants to be a rogue, we aren't built to be alone, or live alone. Aerilyn crosses her arms, "Fine," she deadpans, catching me off guard. Her eyebrows raise, and she takes a step closer, "I, Aerilyn Grey...", "Don't," I warn. I didn't think she'd actually do it, "Reject the Ferum Pack as my home," she finishes, and my legs start to tingle.

Azraiel pushes his legs to run faster as he tread through the wild forests of Rysterbia. He was in the Royal library when he received Ayleen's call. The sheer amount of panic he experienced when she told him that Charlotte is in heat was nothing like he has ever experienced before.