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As a man of curiosity, he wanted to meet and see what Aeternum really is. "Oh..don't worry they will come…aaaannd there you go..looks like they already here..". (Duke Merrica) As they were exchanging greeting and sweet words, a loud sound echoes through the air and on the vicinity, the sound slowly getting louder and louder, so is the wind blows growning stronger and a seeminlgy weird iron bird with large glassy eyes coming closer, the Iron Bird then gently lands on a empty fields a few meters away from all the army. Once the Iron Bird stop chirping and blowing winds, it's side belly opened and a Woman comes out, Wearing an all black beautiful garments, those who lay eyes on her, only though

“I knew you would come, Thorne. I knew you were arrogant enough to bring a human pet.” Blackwood’s gaze shifted to me. He looked at the pulsing blue line on my neck. “And I see you have accelerated the process. You bound her? Desperate measures for a desperate mongrel.” Rian took a step forward. A low growl ripped from his throat. “She is not a pet. She is the Anchor. The claim is absolute. Let us pass.” Blackwood laughed. “You are trespassing. You bring a human into the sacred perimeter. You are a threat.”

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

I begged her. “You will continue to operate as usual. We will continue to make a path for you. Angelina is out now scouring for a place he cannot find you two.” Ingrid looked at you and walked over to you sitting on the carpet playing with your carved birds. Then you did something we did not expect. You reached out to the wooden birds and spoke gibberish. Just then, the birds started shaking and glowing. Out of the wood erupted a bird. A raven. It blew out of the wooden skin and flew up. Bright blue light filled the room and the bird landed in front of you.”

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

Her complexion favored her Indigenous American father, a warm contrast to her mother’s fairer skin. Overhead, the unmistakable silver shimmer of DOVE—Persephone’s mechanical companion—flashed in the dim lighting. The robotic bird, crafted with intricate Indigenous tribal etchings along its sleek metal frame, pulsed with an eerie green glow. It flitted through the air, its sharp metallic talons clicking ominously as it searched for a perch. I instinctively ducked, gripping the brim of my hat tightly. “Not today,” I muttered, sidestepping out of the bird’s flight path.

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

He grunted, his hand grabbing my neck the next instance. "I have no idea… He just crawled out of a book." I said as his grip on my neck tightened. His dreadlocks began to rise; the couple of rings attached to each hair began to glow. The chirping of birds ceased at once; they had all fled after feeling the intense, sinister aura erupting from him. "Damian?" "Don't call me that…" He suddenly withdraws; he walks towards the sea once more, holding out his left hand, which keeps burning.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.