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"Oh my God, where should I start?" 'Mine is happy,' Ash whispered, and Duncan’s lips twitched slightly—barely. "Come with me," Duncan gestured, leading her further inside. "Oh my! Is that what I think it is?" Arianna gasped at the sight of a dark green leather-bound book—one she would recognize anywhere. "You know it?" Duncan arched a brow. "Yes, of course!" She tried to reach for it, but she wasn’t tall enough, so Duncan helped her. "Thanks," she smiled at him, then looked down at the book. "The Ballads of the Ancients."

The light stopped at Ward 119, and he heard the cry of a newborn baby. Suddenly, words appeared on the door, and he understood that a part of the prophecy had been fulfilled. He entered the room and saw the new parents gazing lovingly at their baby girl. They were startled when they saw the seer approach their child, but he placed a bracelet on her and declared her a supernova. "But the supernova died a thousand years ago!" the father exclaimed. "Yes, but your child is different," the seer explained. "There were other supernovas, but they all died. The title has not been given until now. Your baby is the next supernova, and a prophecy is attached to her. Only the gods can protect her."

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.

Adrian's POV I could feel death lurking around the corners, waiting for me to send Araknee to him. One last squeeze and Hartland will be mine. Tightening my prey in my water snake's hold, the sight of her writhing in pain brought a smile of satisfaction to my face. So long, Lost Princess!

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.

“What kind of business could you possibly have with the Arcanes?” Alexis paused, head tilting as if he was considering whether I deserved an answer. The faintest hint of amusement played at his mouth. “You must have heard it,” he said, his voice calm, almost bored. “The curious case of a Luna with healer gifts. That kind of thing doesn’t happen every century.” Ronan’s hand gripped my arm, not quite tight but warning enough. “Let it go, Sarah,” he muttered, voice low so only I could hear.

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.

"You've all worked hard. It's time to move against the Carver family. Aria, still trapped in the manifestation, is slowly being devoured by me. The fortune she carries is nearly in my grasp. "We can proceed with the other Carver family members. But that puppet doll, how could it fail such a simple task? And it dared to call itself the God of Krowo." The man smiled. "Naturally, it can't compare to you. Only it knows why it failed." Feran waved him off. "Go prepare." "Yes, Mr. Maynard." The man vanished into the night. Once alone, Feran looked up at the moon. There was something secret behind it—something only he saw. "Once I become an Arcane High Priest, no one in Farshya will be able to stop

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.