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he said and averted his eyes back to the book. "Oh? Then does it mean you were following me earlier?" He looked up again. "No. Why would I follow you?" "Okay, then why are you suddenly talking like some mysterious guy?" I asked and slumped down beside him, yanking the book from his hands, almost taking him aback. He instantly moved away from me, making me frown. Anyway, I closed the book and looked at the front cover to see which novel it was. "Louis Sachar, Holes," I read. "Holes?? What kind of holes?" I asked tilting my head to him. His lips parted in surprise.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

“Spit it,” Brock’s head spins to me so fast before his eyes flickered, revealing his own rage as he stares at me like I was insane. “Can’t you see her trying to catch her breath?” he spat, but I ignored him and kept my pointed gaze pinned on the traitor. AVA’s POV Slowly, I turned around and locked gazes with Zane, or Zanicus, whichever is his real name. He looked at me so intensely, like he wanted to eat me up. The desire in his eyes was that much evident, but I still get that strange feeling when I first saw him in the arena.

I have no idea who this man is, but he's terrifying already. "Hello Marek," Varian greets coolly. My eyes widen. That accent is from the Scarlet Province. When he holds his hand out to me, I try not to stare too uneasily at his strange tattoos, depicting unfamiliar patterns and images. "You must be Akara." "I am. It's nice to meet you." "Varian works with Tyrien. He runs his armies," Marek explains. Oh. That makes sense. Hence the scary look about him.

According to the arcane seekers, she had allegedly committed countless misdeeds with it in her previous life. Once she exited the manifestation, she resolved to uncover the plaque's secrets. Aria often indulged in action movies or books in her free time, especially before bed. The scenes she had just witnessed reminded her of those heroic plots where the protagonist dismantled an elaborate conspiracy. In the memory, she had been protected by members of her sect. Perhaps Tobias hadn't been lying. Maybe she had been a genius—or even a notorious arcane seeker—in her past life. The narrative felt oddly familiar, like the arc of a supernatural drama's male lead. Typically, such stories began with

Terror flickered in Nicholas's widened eyes, a stark reflection of the imminent threat of death that loomed over him. But before Arena could carry out her lethal intent and end that bastard’s life, the door was violently flung open, and an arrow pierced Arena’s body with precision. She crashed to the ground, her cries of pain echoing through the arena. The arrow, coated with wolfbane, sapped our powers, rendering us utterly defenseless. Helplessly, Arena’s helpless eyes watched as I saw through her eyes, witnessing our attacker approach.

I saw papers shattered everywhere and I walked over to get them out of the way of these two. I couldn’t help but see titles on the pages. Interesting. Forgotten Curse, How Magic got here and How Arcaniss came to be. I have heard stories about this Arcaniss guy. How powerful he is and such. But he is on the wolf continent. Why will there be something about him here? Suddenly I got grabbed and pulled out of the way. I landed besides Mitne on my bum and looked at the scene. Jule arrived with Caroline. Jule was laying on a borken table where I once gathered the papers.

She heard another shot and Arianne’s voice for the second time after a moment, "Mission’s done." Alice still ran towards the garden just to make sure that their target was already reduced to ashes. The vampire is indeed slowly reducing itself to ashes. Most vampires quickly do, so she knew what was happening. Arianne is one of their greatest snipers, and she rarely misses. She purposely did this for this vampire just to see him slowly suffer. The vampire saw her, and he tried going in her direction, crawling with whatever limbs he still had intact. Alice simply watched him with a cold look.

Author's POV Wolves clashed, teeth bared and claws slashing. The cold wind carried the scent of blood, rage, and desperation. In the midst of the chaos, Arianna stood tall, her eyes glowing with the newfound power coursing through her veins. The amulets had awakened something ancient within her, something more powerful than she could have ever imagined. She glanced around, quickly assessing the situation. Her pack, the warriors of Winter Moon and Crystal Snow, were fighting valiantly against Andrew’s Lycan army. But she knew that Andrew was the real threat. He had to be stopped, or this would never end.

And more than anything, why couldn’t she get him out of her head? Rahl’s expression shifted. “Kane is Arcanian,” Rahl began, choosing his words carefully. “You already know this. He is a creature of old magic and… there are things about him I cannot reveal, he will have to tell you himself. What I do know is that the dragons and gods have a stake in your ascension as the last hunter and that is why I knew you weren’t safe. It’s not just the council that concerns me; some gods and dragons oppose your ascent. Kane and I have allied to protect you.” “Why would an Arcanian care about protecting me? It’s peculiar that you’ve allied yourself with one. Haven’t you considered the historical enmity b