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I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

"Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for," I looked down at the book in my hand. With him here, I had to admit, scouring through this massive book depository seemed easier. I allowed myself to utter my gratitude as I accepted the books he had offered. After a few moments, I began reading all over again. This time he was right. Pages after pages, I learned most of the basics. Rather than a creative narrative, the text appeared to be written like a memoir, as if the person who wrote the passages witnessed the brutality firsthand. It was making me feel nauseous al

She had done all she could in Europe. Meredith arrived back to her room fully refreshed. Brayden was still gone. He had told her he was going to go to the men's hammam. Meredith wandered around the room and looked out one balcony then the other. She grabbed a fur blanket that was resting on the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself. She picked up her phone and turned it on as she walked out to sit on the balcony looking up at the Dents du Midi. She opened a web novel app and began to read a fantasy series she had set down when she got married.

CHAPTER 144 — THE AWAKENING OF MERIDIAN The pulse of the city had changed. It was no longer a heartbeat—it was a roar, deep and resonant, shaking the very bones of Riven, Luca, and Wolf. The streets themselves seemed alive, twisting and groaning as though the concrete, asphalt, and steel had all taken sentient form. Meridian was awake—and it was furious.

She immediately turned the fire off beneath her boiling pot with water that she got from the well that was built by Levi himself. She Immediately look for a satchel or any bigger bag that could fit all important things she needed. This disaster is inevitable. She knows how determined Levi could fight in order for his family to survive and wait for the better days. But how can one be able to survive the inhumane things she had see? With tears on her eyes, she hurriedly packed all her important things especially her book of shadows. This is the only time she had felt crying for all the years that she wasn't able to show nor express her emotions. It was new to her and at the same time upsetting

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.

The urge to go and walk around the castle more is strong, but I try to listen to my inner voice and I know for a fact that it is in my best interest to wait for Blade or one of the other Ambrose brothers to bring me out. I groan as I plop on my bed. I’m so bored and uneasy. I’m in a desperate need for something, anything to distract me. Pushing myself off the bed I decide to snoop around the room to try to find a book or something to keep me occupied. Finally a found a book titled, ‘the forbidden romance’. I roll my eyes as I see the cover show off a half naked man and woman and know that this is probably going to be smut more than anything else, but who cares. It’s something to read at leas

“You’ll do so well tonight” I wanted to bristle, to snap back at his arrogance, but the weight of his gaze rooted me to the floor. My pulse betrayed me, racing under his scrutiny, and I hated that a part of me craved his approval even as another part rebelled. He offered his arm. “We’re late.” ***** The Moretti mansion was a palace dipped in gold. Chandeliers glittered overhead, their light scattering across crystal glasses and polished silverware. The air smelled of expensive perfume and something darker underneath—power, violence, old blood.

Avina. The woman who once destroyed empires, who bent kings and warriors to her will, who walked through fire and left kingdoms in ruin. I had not seen her in this life, not truly, but in my blood there was memory, and in those memories her face was carved like a flame into stone, my hand trembled as I reached for the book that bore her mark, the crest of fire and ash burned into its leather cover. I opened it, and the past bled into the present.

They sprinted toward the treeline while bullets tore through the road behind them. Just as they reached the trees A deafening explosion ripped through the highway. The lead SUV erupted in flames. The shockwave threw Adrian forward. He hit the ground hard. For a moment everything went silent. Then ringing filled his ears. He tried to stand. Pain shot through his side. Luca was shouting something but Adrian couldn’t hear the words. More explosions. More gunfire. Through the smoke Adrian saw figures moving closer. Attackers advancing. Daniel stepped down from the ridge slowly.