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Amon said cautiously, her long curly blazing golden hair and her near silver looking eyes were very uncommon, even among werewolves. It was common knowledge that the most dominant eye color was either brown and black among the wolves but due to the blessings of the goddess and the affinities of each wolf or whenever their abilities were in use. Their eye color changes but yet, Atarah wasn't a wolf but her eye color turns silver. "You mean my eyes don't you?" Her hair too drew unusual attention to herself. Amon nodded his head, he had only eaten a bit of his food since the conversation started. "It's very unusual for a human to have silver eyes, according to the books. I have read."

Suddenly he said: "Oh you're a Brother as well! Let us rejoice in God's good name! Welcome my son, welcome. Take a long drag, if you will. It will open your eyes. All your worries will be gone and all your questions will be answered." Zeke took the pipe and obediently inhaled. Then he felt something was about to happen. The new cannabis strain was starting to affect him the way it was intended to. The world as he saw it, started to strip away, dissolving and changing into something different. The dull earth tones of his surroundings alter and modified into bright primary colors. The new world as he was seeing it was otherworldly and ethereal, like what his understanding of heaven was. Everyt

The priest, who now had been killed, foresaw the tragedy to come and had enclosed their world, making it disappear from the face of the earth, yet in existence. When this had been done and another vision instructed that the people would voice out complaints to move to the new world, the other druids, came together and created the ‘Mylanthrope’- a misty cloud that takes one to the outer world under his wish. Their long-time counterparts heard of so and by the help of the demon, enclosed their own world, preparing ardently for Aberdeen so as to strike and lock them forever in the ancient land and make them slaves. They prepared, with snatches of upsetting Aberdeen. And on many occasions, the p

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The young immortals eyes widened in fear and anguish as he pushed the black smog directly into her head, her ear-piercing screams causing all those within five miles to finch and turn away, her skin bubbling and tearing under the stain. He pushed the deepest fires of hell into her mind, using his ability to mould someone’s mind to do as he pleased as he forced her into believing her entire frame was ablaze, the pain all but real to the princess. Her body bucked as she attempted to put out the invisible flames that coated her skin, her cries of anguish once again increasing with each second that passed. Elika begged and pleaded for him to stop, knowing that he had entered her mind only to hur

Blakeney yelled. Oliver slowly opened his eyes and flinched as he saw his body engulfed in blue flames. He stared at his hands as if seeing them for the first time. The god within James took over again. “Use all of your anger, descendant of Hephaestus!” Authority dripped from every word. “Focus all of your being on your hands and force the fire to obey your will!” Oliver closed his eyes and breathed deeply, jaw clenched in concentration. The flame-covered hands began to tremble with exertion, but slowly the fire licked up from his feet, his legs, his stomach, and fused purposely on his chest and arms.

DAYATT~ The forest smelled thickly of moistened ash and smoke. “Keres has gone crazy…” I muttered as I stood behind the line of trees, far enough that the heat wouldn’t scorch my skin, yet close enough to feel the madness rolling off him in waves. Keres didn’t look like the usual quiet dangerous Alpha he had always been, this morning, he looked like a god of ruin. Flames roared from his hands, devouring a heap of dried trees stacked like offerings, with Teneger’s dead body in it.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

It was said that because he fell in love and proposed to a celestial goddess of the moon, Selene— he was cursed to never walk under daylight again by the celestial god of the sun (also known as the celestial god of light, oracles, knowledge, healing, diseases, music, poetry, songs, dance, archery, herds and flocks, and protection of young), Apollo, out from jealousy. Then in order to become immortal to live with Selene, he went to the underworld and made a deal to the celestial god of the underworld, Hades. However, to make that deal— he needs to give Hades the silver bow and arrows of the celestial goddess of the hunt, Artemis. Knowing that Ambrogio tried to steal her silver bow and arrows—

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/