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"The day I overheard Archer, they were discussing the Blood Moon day. I think I heard something about the Demon's forest." " Demon's forest? What's that?" Axel asked. " I have read about it somewhere, but I don't remember where." Adele thought hard and then asked Trevor, " Do you have ancient books in the Library here?" " Yes. We have every book related to supernaturals," Trevor says proudly. "Let's check," Adele said and dashed in the direction of the Library while everybody else followed her. They all started checking in the werewolf books, and after a few minutes, Adele found the required information in a Book called ' Scariest places on earth.' " It's here," she said, and the others left

“Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.” “So if this realm was created by Hephaestus, who created mine?” I ask, ignoring his comment about my intelligence. “Your world is known to others as Terra and was created by the goddess, Gaia.” Digesting this bit of information, I blurt out “That could be where the term ‘mother Earth’ comes from”. Xander laughs a little and shakes his head. “Maybe” He says. “So my next question, how the hell did you control me?” “Well … That one is a little harder to answer.” He says, reaching up to rub his chin. “

My breath came in fast, terrified gulps. The leader raised a hand, silver tattoos glowing brighter. “This is The Halves’ domain, King. She is ours now.” Atlas let out a low, humourless laugh, shaking his head slowly. His eyes burned brighter, pure sliver ringed with black. “Try to take her,” he whispered, “and see what happens.” He lunged forward, grabbing my wrist in a bruising grip. I gasped, pain shooting up my arm, but he didn’t loosen his hold. He spun me around, tucking me protectively behind him, his broad back a wall of warmth and fury.

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They had carried along with them her few bodyparts, which the monster had left behind. "There they are. How was the search?" Alpha Cameroon asked the moment they walked into the court chambers. That was where he liked sitting, especially when he had sent someone on a mission and was waiting for them. He had a huge book in his hands, although he was not reading it. He always carried the book with him to cover up his anxiety. "Well, I am sure the people I am talking to are not dumb or deaf either, am I right?" He peered into their eyes, freezing their innards. They weren't responding to him.

Zara's Point of View It was nice joining Kristof and Aláine for their picnic. I felt like one of the family, or pack, since my talk with Noah last night. Although, I still don't know what I'll do if Noah finds his fated mate. That saddens me a lot. I really like him, and I've never felt that way about someone before. When he touches me, it is like my body is alive, like he gives little electric shocks. Damn this sexual attraction.

"I'll search the library for books. Perhaps we can find someone similar to Saf in the registry." Saf tilts her head at Atlas, eyes narrowing, not in challenge, but in the kind of ancient skepticism that makes you feel like your skin doesn’t quite fit right. “You won’t find me in any book,” she says flatly. "But we will try. I also want to understand you." "Thank you, Atlas." Atlas nods, sharp and certain. It’s not a polite gesture. It’s a vow. A we’re doing this together kind of vow. And I feel better, seeing him in peace.

she says, turning to me, “I utilized to be envious of your enchantment. Presently I’m beginning to think it might be the as it were thing that gets us out of this.” I scowl. “No weight, right?” She gives me a lean grin. “None whatsoever.” “Nyx.” I turn to see Map book coming around a corner with Charles at his side. “Atlas,” I say, slipping my hand into his. “What’s going on? Any news?”

They have me unfurling like a snail peeking out of its shell. Atlas is a man, a very masculine one at that, and I know that his body knows when a woman is soft for him. Using his fingertips he gently turns me so I'm facing him, and lifts my chin up so that I'm staring into his eyes even though it is still very dark outside and the rain is still falling like a wailing mother at her baby's funeral.