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A disembodied voice echoed from within the dark fire—ancient, freezing cold, and dripping with mockery. > "You interfere too much, Archivist." > The silver-haired man simply smiled back at the flames. "And you interfere far too little." The dark voice let out a chilling laugh that rattled the surrounding bookshelves. > "Soon... the Seven Thrones will awaken. And when they do... even your precious Last King will fall." > The black flames abruptly snapped out of existence, and the library fell back into its eerie, profound silence. The Archivist turned his gaze toward the distant, unseen horizon where the Blackthorn Kingdom lay. His expression grew deeply thoughtful.

"We’ve spent so much energy looking at the past, Elias. We analyzed that train station and those missed messages like they were faulty structural surveys. But look at where we are now. This building—this incredible, living thing—exists only because we broke apart and had to learn how to fit the pieces back together in a new way." "The 'Secret Story Room' turned out to be the heart of it all," she continued, gesturing to the bundles of letters nearby. "Just like that architect and his wife a hundred years ago. He built this space for her to have a voice when the world was too loud. You didn't just help me build a library, Elias. You helped me find my voice again. You gave me the courage to be

Their power. Astounding. Surprise flared across Archer’s face, his brows lifting like I’d just told him the sky wasn’t blue. He blinked, then leaned back with a slow, crooked grin. "Wow. This is fun," he drawled, blue and amber eyes gleaming with mischief and disbelief. "You mean to tell me three men who could fuck the world sideways are holding back on you? Either you’re lying, or…" He tilted his head, studying me harder. "Or they’re playing a damn long game."

I heard the little ones scream out and by now I was jumping and trying to breathe, I didn't even know where I was running to until i heard a loud deep voice yell so much that I sensed the brats stop whatever they were doing "Owen...Archer….stop it now!"it was a man's voice, it carried authority and it was rather husky and a little masculine and before I could stop running I slipped on the good and was about to fall when I bumped into someone and a pair of strong arms held me from falling

“They’re awful and make me question my sanity. It’s not that much worse than at home, though, but being closer to the lake does amplify things.” We make it a block in silence, but this time the noise of the city is loud enough to drown out the awkwardness. And then we stop at a crosswalk. “I don’t know if I should say this or not,” Archer starts. I hike my designer purse up on my shoulder, heart lurching. “Say what?” “Your secretaries are bitches.” “Oh, well, I know.” “You do?” He’s taken aback. “Yeah. But why do you think so?”

The shelves were built with strong centuries-old wood that could stand against termites and other natural elements. Even after five decades, it still looked the same but due to it not having been opened after so many years, the smell of old books was thick in the air, as well as the metallic scent of blood. It had been fifty years but the evidence was still there. The moment Archer entered, his eyes were drawn to the desk by the wall but Archer quickly took his eyes off the desk and walked toward the shelf he came for. The sooner he found those books, the sooner he could leave that place.

BOOK ONE OF THE MAGES SERIES: MANAGING MAGES ******* Art credit courtesy of: eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This novel contains raw animal aggression, force by magic, sexual acts and other elements that some may find disturbing. Please read with caution ******* TEASER The next morning was archery practice. I hate archery. I'm no good at it. "Everybody line up!" Hawk roared. Pacing the grass in-front of the mansion.

Ian Training Archer was something of a mission impossible. He was a novice in every sense of the word, so much so that I wondered if he actually took the librarian course. I didn't want to judge him, but he wasn't giving me anything good to report to Rob; all I was seeing was one disaster after another. “I'm sorry,” Archer said again as he realized he had miscategorized a book in the system. “I know I sound stupid at the moment, but—” “Relax,” I said calmly. “You're very stressed and on edge; you need to calm down. It's your first day.”

The void trembled like something breaking. The ground shuddered beneath me, fractures spidering out from the chasm as if the void itself hated my defiance. The shadows hissed louder, skeletal limbs scraping, their hollow mouths opening wide until the whispers poured like a storm. The gate. The gate. The gate must open. Archer clutched his head and cried out, his small voice breaking under the weight of it. I dropped low, arms spread wide, shielding him with everything I had left. My wolf howled inside me, but my body stayed human, frail, aching, barely enough. Still, I would not bend.

Will the height of crimson passion and scarlet Obsession break them apart or The King will fight to the world only for his Queen? *** •Book 5) Her DARK World [Stand-Alone Book] {Story ARIN Arjun Kashyap and DUA Srivastava} ~ Blurb :- In this World of Cruelty, I did something that kept me sane. I went against my family just to protect my sanity.