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The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

"It's time to rachet up the damage. It's time to really push Olivia to the limits and see if she truly does have a heart, or if she is truly wicked." Just then, as lighting struck the sky, illuminating my caramel skin through the darkened the sky, her phone on the desk rang. "Elizabeth here." She spoke calmly. "What news do you have to report?" What more could she have done that would only have been fueling this deranged desire of hers even more? Just as she finished, another round of thunder violently shook the sky. "This is a wonderful development." She evilly beamed towards me. "Julian and the others have the Valkyrie and are en route here. It's only a matter of time."

I could drown in those for the rest of my life and still not get enough of it. Alonso's hands grip my boobs and I gasp at his touch. His lips are still assaulting my neck in the best possible way. Dawn is roaring in the back of my head probably because Thunder is also doing something dirty to her. From what I know about Thunder, is that he is dirtier than Alonso. And just then something came to my mind, making me push Alonso away. "How about we let our wolves come on the surface so they can enjoy themselves?" I ask him and he looks at me like I have grown three heads.

A gasp of shock escaped me as the flames retracted and I could have a better look at the Bloody General. ** You can read Alev's book (The Golden Dragon's Surrogate) for f.ree on Kindl.e unlimited. For more information, join my group: T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire

Lyra's POV A loud banging on my door jolted me awake. My heart began racing. I knew it meant another round of beatings and torture, that's all it ever meant. Dragging my exhausted body off the old mattress, I walked toward the door. Before i could open it, a voice yelled. "Seems you've forgotten where you are and what you're meant to do, you slave!" a voice yelled. My name is Lyra Avalon, the only surviving member of my family. My parents and brother died fighting a war for the wolves.

“A good suggestion, but no.” “Besides, Marcel Damiano is helping us out,” Jonathan sneered. “The future second walking around dressed as a woman, and not even a respectable woman - a flamboyant slut in short and too-tight dresses. The Morrison pack are watching on in horror and wondering what their future holds if Reid Morrison doesn’t look beyond his friendship and come to his senses that Marcel Damiano is not suitable as a second.”

Tim mumbled. “Alright. Have you even eaten anything this week?” I shake my head no. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Avery so angry. “How on Earth are you going to be okay if you don’t eat?! I know you’re hurt. But that’s no reason to punish yourself!” “I just don’t have an appetite. Thinking about eating make me sick.” I replied. Avery started to calm down when she looked at her phone and seen the date. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about what this week was. Are you so upset since it’s your anniversary week?”

He took off his sunglasses, revealing doomsday red eyes that were far more dangerous than the sea of ​​vampires in front of him. "You're wrong about one thing, Walking Corpse," Alexander said coldly, his voice traveling through the vampires' bones. "I'm not a guard dog. I'm my wife's executor." But what shocked the pale-faced nobles even more was what happened afterward. The sky above Avalon, which was claimed to have never been accessible to human technology due to the vampires' weather-warping magic, suddenly split open. The Vanguard's eight Stealth Blackhawk helicopter gunships maneuvered above them in absolute calm.

POV: Vaelor The rain was coming down in thick, grey sheets by the time we reached the gorge of the Ironclaws, and the sound of the river rushing hundreds of feet below the Stone Bridge was a constant, low roar that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. I could feel Ilyra’s exhaustion through the bond, her footsteps heavy and uneven behind me, but we couldn't stop because the scent of the Unspoken was still lingering in the air behind us and the only way forward was across the massive span of rock that guarded the southern pass. As we rounded the final bend in the trail, I saw the torches flickering on the far side of the bridge, and my heart sank when I saw the silhouette of Krell, the Ir

A pile of ash mixed with burnt offerings lay in one corner, while water-stained parchments and crude sketches littered the ground, sticky with red and black candle wax that had solidified with time. “Yes. I am Anubis… bone whisperer of the old pact.” Anubis raised her gaze, watching Lillia with piercing pale eyes that increased Lillia’s self consciousness all the more as it felt as though Anubis was staring into her soul. Then, her lips curved slowly, “and I know who you are… Zorya… First Light… the one who died broken… and returned unbroken.” Zorya? Fenris repeated as confusion stirred within Lillia. Is she a quack or what? She couldn’t even guess any of your names correctly.