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Lankko closed his eyes and heard the cluck of the chicken against the chirping of the many insects of the forest. "Enjoying your mud bath?" Lankko heard Enzir's voice. He opened his eyes and saw the muddy face and body of his master. Lankko sat up and tried not to laugh at his master's appearance. "What do we do now, Jad Enzir?" he asked. ******* Author's Note Thanks for reading! If you like the story so far, please show your appreciation by leaving a good review and giving this novel a good rating. P.S. If you're interested in horror, check out my other novel also in GoodNovel entitled 'Vampire of the New World'. I also have a paranormal romance novel entitled 'Entice the Moon to Fall'.

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Elle muttered to herself as she went in search of the books she wanted, she moved into the fantasy/paranormal section, she walked around for sometime before she came across a book that said "Aether world" She picked it up and scanned it, it talked about two realms that were once together. She quickly scanned the book once more, she saw names like halflings, faires, humans and a lot of weird things she saw in the other realm. The book said "fiction" in bold letters but she took it anyway. She made to sit down and read it there but she decided against that and walked to the librarian "I'll take this with me" she said as she placed the book on the desk.

he murmured, voice almost coaxing, “whoever you bond with next… whatever Alpha you choose… I’ll help you win him.” I didn’t answer. Because from that day forward, Caleb no longer existed in my world.

His eyes were open, staring at nothing, reflecting shadows that didn’t belong to this world. “I’m here,” I whispered to them, more to myself than anyone else. “Mommy is right here.” The Forgotten Realm answered with silence. The ground beneath my feet was not stone or soil but something in between ash mixed with memory. Each step released whispers, soft and layered, brushing against my mind like fingertips. Luna… Mother… Queen of blood… Lyra stood behind me, her face pale, her hands trembling as she wrote hurriedly on her slate. This place remembers pain, she showed me.

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.

I swear, I'll throw you all out of the family if you don't stop. The line went dead with a buzz. I knew how this would end. If I, the Don's wife who weathered storms of violence, could be ousted by Don and his mistress, what chance would they have? They were powerless, forced to bite their tongues. I could not help but laugh, a deep joy bubbling up, bringing with it a lightness I had never felt before. I was done with the family business. So, I found myself on a plane to the Malvara Isles.

Not the company, not the money, not even the power, just you. The bond between them is a tether, a golden cord that connects a king to a commoner. I already confirmed it. He married you, bonded to you, permanently. That mark on your neck, I’ve seen the report. Fated mates. Even without memory, his instincts will pull him back to you, eventually. The soul remembers what the mind forgets. And when that happens, everything I buried will rise with it. I lean back slowly in my chair. The shadows in the room seem to lengthen. I should eliminate the risk now, end it before it becomes a problem. The thought is clean, simple, and efficient.

"The world is autonomous. The twins are ready. Now, the White Wolf and the Rebel must decide where they go when the story ends." I looked at Félix, and then at the mountains. Two chapters left. The Crown was gone. The Chain was broken. The Memory was safe. "Let the farewell come," I said, my voice a steady, human resonance. "We've given them everything we were." Lost of the memory-rain starting one last time—not a magical frequency, but real, cold water washing away the last of the old world’s dust.

Wren’s light intensified, forming a glowing web that connected Chapter 101: The First Bloom of New Realms The aftermath of the hundredth chapter did not bring stillness. Instead it ushered in the first true exploration of the newly forged realities. The Flame Root had become a vast living network pulsing with fresh worlds each one shaped by the shared ecstasy of the Eternal Throng. The sanctum remained the eternal heart yet now portals shimmered open along every petal of the colossal lotus inviting the core eight and the greater gathering to step through and witness the fruits of their pleasure.