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“Kael is an Alpha, and we’ve heard the rumours. The white hair.” I swallow thickly. “What are you saying, Esme?” “I’m saying he needs his hair to remain white, Eira. And yours too.” With a sigh, she walks over to one of her cupboards and returns with a thick brown leather book, strings of twine wrapped around it. When she slaps and blows on it, I choke on the dust, my eyes watering. I look over at Kael who fell asleep after playing with Asha and Hana. “From all you’ve told me, you said you never experienced the things he’s experiencing. But that’s because your hair wasn’t tampered with.” She opens the book and a roach crawls out.

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

or with Azazel and Agnes.""I will go with Althea. Your sister can stay here," Katrina said and Darby gave a nod._____________________________"Why didn't you asked for the gemstone?" Azazel asked worriedly."Because I'm is not interested," she simply answered."What are you interested in?" he asked walking back and forth, hands crossed to his back."Playing games.""Your games will be the death of everybody including me..." Azazel stated impassively."Who cares about others," she let out a smirk feeding a hamster."What about me?" he asked, his face all serious."You give yourself too much credit."Azazel could just flutter his beautiful eyelashes.______________________________"Whose book is this?"

I also knew that if anything should happen that would make Azian turn against us, then my efforts would all have been in vain, and I would be the last of the line of the great witches. But as long as their was hope..hope, I would not hesitate to protect him. I nodded, "yes, yes I am sure" I answered looking straight into her dark eyes. She smiled, "well, then we have a lot of work to do then with them, masking their Aurora and training their dragons" I nodded, " good thing my aunt gave you those dragon books, have you read anything of interest pertaining to them?" She thought for a second furrowing her eye brows, "well, I know we need a hell of a large back yard"

“Sheila’s such a sweet soul. She doesn't deserve this cruel fate,” And I couldn't agree less. Asula's eyes closed, thinking. And by the time they opened, I knew she had made a decision. “A phoenix blade? It shouldn't be that hard to make, especially now that I know its origin and whose blood runs through its veins,” She hurried to her shelf, lifting her hand to the top shelf where she whispered a few words and a familiar book appeared. The Amnell’s Grimoire.

"I feel so out of place." "Several reasons. The main one, the Inscription (Brand) I placed on you. Second is the connection of the Road in your soul made back at the Shoreline. Third, the Cultivation Manual I gave you. Four.. because I will it so. The last takes a lot of mental effort." Ren gave a wave of his hand changing the environment further. The two floated up high in the sky. Looking down at the ruins of an entire Kingdom. Zia felt her soul shake in countless emotions. Memories, long since buried in the soul bubbling to the surface.

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : UP RISE OF HELL (BOOK 2) CHAPTER 8 : THE TEMPTRESS REVEALED Continuation from chapter 6 "The dude which they found at the bidding centre - Aaron!" Status : Magician "Who are you?" Asked Calypso, with the heavy expression of fright and confusion. Her forehead was creased as she was forced with the intention to move closer.

The cabinet creaked open—files, a flash drive, and a little glass vial, capped tight, dark red inside. Blood. A scrap of paper stuck to it, Dorian’s scribble: Yours, Sienna. Always was. She reeled back, the vial hitting the floor with a clatter, not breaking but loud as hell. Roman cursed, bending for it, but the lights blinked—once, twice—then went black. Night swallowed them whole, and a low laugh crawled from the stairs. Ezra’s voice slid through the dark: “Loved the Hide and seek, Didn't you?.”

Hello My Lovely Readers, I made a mistake when I loaded chapters 60 and 61. Right now, it is showing that they are the same chapter. I have updated the changes to chapter 60, and they are under review. I am so sorry for the mix up. Thank you for following along thus far. I do hope you are enjoying the drama! Solange Daye