Book 6 Of Iliad Novels & Stories

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

A new secret I hadn’t yet shared with Lucian. The timing couldn’t be worse. But hope was growing again—fragile and fierce—right in the middle of war. **End of Chapter 61** --- (Word count: 2,805) --- Ready for **Chapter 62: The Enemy’s Son** at ~2800 words? Let me know if you'd like any adjustments before we continue! 🔥 **Chapter 61: Old Friend, New Doubts**

“6.” Helga’s knees went weak and she stumbled into the table, knocking over various jars of herbs and liquids. “Your Highness, if 6 children are missing, I suspect there is far worse to come than just a love spell.” “I am going to kill Lady Briseis!” Achilles roared. Helga raised her head to meet his burning gaze, “Your Highness, forgive me if I am speaking out of turn but, I do not think Lady Briseis is the orchestrator of the… attack. That kind of spell wouldn’t require 6 sacrifices, I would be more inclined that you and Lady Briseis are just a means to an end in order to get to Seraphina…” She watched Achilles’ face contort as he registered what she was telling him.

Leandros’s POV King Iliad broke down, his demeanor changing totally from that of a tormentor to a victim. However, his tears failed to move the council. “I was protecting my kingdom and my daughter from the evil tribrid king, Konstantin Barberis, of the kingdom of Vradeto, on Mount Tymphe. He has attacked us five times over the last two years. This time, he threatened to use unfair means if I didn’t surrender my kingdom and my daughter to him.”

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 6 "𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑚𝑒?" ~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣

With his fur back, he’s as regal and confident as any royal, the grumpy persona replaced with Alpha arrogance. When we get inside, we all go into the library. Ailduin goes to the book shelf where the Book of Prophecies sits in the center, facing forward, glowing with its magical light. He pulls it from the shelf and looks at me. “I think it’s time we all accept this this book of prophecies is about you, Lily. First, The Rise of the Giants, then The Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind and now The Healer.” “Is the last one terrible? I’ve refused to read them, the first two made it sound like I was bringing destruction to your world.”

"Liam, I think we should stop. Effie and the others are looking for us. Liam?" Liam's head rests on my shoulder, his hand is no longer touching me, and he is heaving harshly against my neck. I reached up to his head and felt it heat my hand. "Oh my god, Liam! You are burning up." I gasped loudly as I could no longer hold him, as we both hit the ground with a loud thud. The door opened again, but this time Logan's head stepped out. He then spotted us. "Oops, sorry, didn't mean to-"

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Staring to each other made it more visible to them to identify their clans. Liam with his green eyes and Senan with his yellow eyes. Because of that quick move of Liam, the yellow guards Alpha immediately guarded Senan and prepares to attack Liam. It was four of them. Liam can see the identity of those guards just by looking in their eyes, he sees deep yellow eyes in them that any signal Senan can turned the guards into a wild one. But without hesitation, Liam decided to use his power using level 26 and 15 HP. He wanted to prepare himself under the guards attack.

He hooked his finger on the spine of a particularly old-looking volume and removed it, extending it toward her. Lily gripped the book in her hands, running her palm over the old leather cover. It was a book of retellings of classic Greek myths. She opened the book to somewhere in the middle, reading the header on the brown, aged page. “‘Orpheus and Eurydice,’” she read. “A love story,” he commented. “A tragic one.”