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D_Novel’s Book 3 will be released in the next few weeks, please check on my account incase i have already uploaded it, once released it will be uploaded daily (hopefully) so please give it a go, this book is only book 2 in a 10 book series so there is plenty more for you to read so please follow me, comment, leave a review and most of all enjoy! Much love from your friendly neighbourhood writer, J.D ;)

Cora said with open envy. “It is not a common occurrence,” Bess admitted. “I happened upon him during a time of weakness. He had just finished turning Arthur. He justified it by reminding himself that Arthur was on the path to death, but it still troubled him.” “As I recall, Arthur did not seem to mind,” Cora mused. Bess shrugged. “He also did not last long.” “That was not because he was vampire,” Cora argued. “That was because he was killed in war by those evil bastards. It could have just as easily been any of them.”

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

she called again, her voice high with fear. "Don't... don't cry," Arwen stammered, swallowing the lump in her throat. Her heart ached as she witnessed Estrada fighting against Trisha's hold. "Remember the stories I have told you about brave werewolves and cunning witches? You-You are just like them," she forced herself to smile though it felt like her face was made of glass that could shatter at any second. "And remember this Estrada," Arwen continued, her voice growing in its determination. "The true power lies within you." Reaching into her bag, she brought out an ancient looking book; the covers appeared weather with time and looked like they might crumble at any moment.

Every scar, every wound—it only makes her shine brighter. “What is it, Arthur?” I ask, pushing open the door. My heart is racing. “Have you found something?” Arthur looks up from the old leather-bound book spread across the desk. His eyes are wide, a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty swimming in them. “Yes. A legend. A rare wolf... the Blood of All.” I frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Alyssa steps forward, folding her arms. “Yeah, what does that mean exactly?”

And trust me when I say—Book 2 is going to be about survival in ways that will make Book 1 look like a warm-up. Because here's what I need you to understand: We're only getting started. Book 1 was about Ivy finding her place in a world that didn't want her. Book 2? Book 2 is about Ivy TAKING her place and burning down anyone who tries to stop her. It's about Ares proving that he's not just some control freak with a hero complex—he's a man who will literally take a bullet for a child that isn't even his because he loves that child's mother beyond reason. It's about Lucas learning that sometimes the world is scary and unfair but his mama is ALWAYS going to fight for him.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

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“You never told me that, baby girl?” Christian’s voice floats my way as Jenny nudges me gently and nods across the aisle. I had finally gotten into my book after all and blanked them all out as I was pulled into a magical world of Vampires and Werewolves fighting over human girls. I look up nonplussed, catching Arrick glancing my way with that infuriating unreadable expression and yet a softness to his face that I haven’t seen in a long time. He almost looks a little bit happy and it just makes me feel shittier.

Dark blood seeps through his pale skin. I kneel quickly beside him, trembling so hard I can barely hold myself steady. The spell in my hand has changed—it’s written in clear, concise English now. The words shimmer like pure firelight, and though they are heavy, ugly, rooted in the dark, they feel fiercely alive and necessary. I take a single, deep breath and start reading, my voice surprisingly strong despite the shaking. “From ash to bone, from blood to breath, Tear the veil and defy death..."