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Around evening, an armored SUV pulled up at the De La Cruz mansion. The doors opened and Josh, Mario, and Antonio emerged from the sleek vehicle. The vehicle's dark tint reflected the fading light of the day. The three of them had just returned from another one of Antonio’s dealings. Antonio had Josh and Mario tag along, as per Giovanni's instructions. Giovanni wanted the two of them to be tagging along so they could learn the ropes, grooming them for future roles within the family.

Olivia asked “Different mom. The one in SF is my biological mother, Damian’s too.” “WHAT? Wait, you and Damian are siblings?” Olivia looked shocked “Yes!” I answered shortly “How come, I mean the two of you don't share the same surname, for example!” Olivia was curious I smiled, then I said, “Let me continue the story. So, I told you that Anna dated Damian’s brother. He is Chris, and it turned out that Chris and I are twins. When we were born, my dad, who is Damian’s mom's sibling, exchanged me with his dead son and turned me into Davis'. He separated me from my biological mother, from Damian and Chris. I found out about this because of Anna. I dated her for a while when she was working with

His offsprings coming closer. I knew a few about all of them and in my opinion, none of them was suited to take over a kingdom. All of them were gold-blonde, with perfect faces and blue eyes. Their complexion suiting their lifestyles. Totally resembling their father. Daren, the oldest son, is a ruthless warrior. If listen to rumors he killed a few of his lovers for minor mistakes. The war will be inevitable under his ruling.

I begged him to stop this fight. He sat down and held my hand. He thanked me for not killing his son. He told me to take Yarrow and his father with me, leave this place forever. "Please take them. Otherwise, my son will kill them." I took Yarrow and her father with me as we left the place forever. But I didn't know It was just the beginning of a new war.

he explained and slowly started to approach. "S-Silver forest!?" "Yes, Silver Forest. Legend has it that in this forest there are creatures that suck human blood until they die. They are called vampires. You know the legend I'm talking about right?" #to be continued in Chapter 1.2 - Raizel Harrison de Haltz

I ask, "What are the colors?" "Gold for Fae/Fairies. Brown for Lycan/Werewolf. Blue for Merpeople. Green for Witches and Warlocks. Red for Vampires. Purple for Dragons. Black for Zombies/ Ghouls/ Goblins/Demons. White for Angels. Yellow for Humans and Pink for Nephilims/Giants." Whoa, I've only read about things like this!

He was trying to shift into the fastest four legged canine because for him it was life and death. He was a spy ,sent to the Xoron clan. The Xorons were a shady tribe and nobody knew much about their territories or rulers. They never participated in inter-tribe dialogue either. A thick wall made of dense, thorny, carnivorous shrubs, marked the starting of their land. Nobody dared trespass because of two main reasons. First,they were monstrous, unruly creatures. And second, their territories were believed to be on waste lands, ancient graveyards which were long abandoned. They drew their powers from the dead.

“Pretty much. He’s the Alpha. And not just any Alpha, Lucar’s bloodline is one of the strongest our world has ever seen.” I hesitated. “I never asked… what’s his full name?” Jayce glanced at me, then chuckled. “Lucar Vale. Son of Alpha Theron and Luna Marienne Vale. Last surviving heir of the SilverClaw line.” Something in my chest pulled tight. “Last?” Jayce nodded, expression dimming. “His mother died in the Rogue War. His father fell a few years earlier. Lucar became Alpha too young but he had no choice.” “And his dad?” I asked.

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.

Three black SUVs rolled through the winding road that cut through the misty forest. Their black windows gleamed like obsidian beneath the setting sun, one in front, one in the rear, flanking the primary vehicle where the Alpha, his mate, and their prophetic children rode in tense silence. They were not in Arkansas—this was deeper, wilder, where magic ran thicker than blood and the trees whispered ancient names. This was Greyhowl.