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Third person's POV In an unrelated world, The forbidden book shines bright as the prophecy is being unleashed. "I think we've finally found our Savior....." _________________________________________________________________________________________________

It might have hunted for food last night. The golden beam of light was starting to appear on the horizon. It was almost dawn and it made me enjoy my meal while watching the sunrise on the glass window. I was only able to finish half of the chicken, then I went to the window and opened the frames to let the sun rays come in. I shaded my eyes with my left hand as the sunbeam dazed in my direction. Only then I noticed that I was still wearing the rose pearl bracelet that the bookkeeper had given me. One of the beads disappeared gradually before my eyes. I took a closer look, and indeed there was already a space on the beads. The red thread was showing due to the disappearance of the one bead. “

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“Someday, Damien, we will rule this land together. All of us, as we were always meant to.” He swung his arms in small, halted jerks as he bounced his baby softly in front of him. “You will walk these halls with your own son as we are right now. I’ve seen it, Damien. We will find him. We will find them all, no matter how long it takes.” The end…for now. The next book in this series is Cursed, please check it out. Also, please connect with me online. authorjwhite.fans https://www.facebook.com/authorjwhite

In the human world, it's against the law but they're not a human and she'll just let him from his doings because she has no power and energy left with her. Blaez just stopped kissing her when he tasted her blood coming from her bottom lip and also he was frustrated because he thought he’ll going to kiss him back. He pulled out to catch breath, using his tongue he licked the blood of Dawn in the side of his lips, Dawn made a disgusting face with her tears still running down on her face, he never liked his facial expression, -the pyre pervert look-, when he licked her blood.

Aurora opened her eyes to the soft morning light streaming through the windows. The warmth of the sun kissed her skin, and for a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the serenity of the new day. When she turned, her breath caught in her throat—King Draven lay beside her, his powerful arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her like the most precious treasure.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

POV RUBY The dawn didn't break over the Atlantic; it bled. A bruised purple light stained the horizon as the Siren’s Wake slowed its engine, the vibrations through the hull changing from a rhythmic roar to a low, uneasy hum. I stood on the deck, my body aching in places I hadn't known existed—a constant, thrumming reminder of Nevan’s possession. The salt spray stung my cheeks, but it felt clean compared to the suffocating secrets of the manor.

Chapter 164 : The Breaking Dawn Nora’s POV Morning had come far too soon. It was supposed to be a new beginning for us, a glimpse of gladness after the storm, but the air hung heavy, thick with foreboding. I woke up to the sound of movement somewhere outside-distant, rhythmic thud of boots, warriors preparing for battle. A whiff of steel and smoke still clung to the wind. And my heart plummeted. Axel stood at the window, his broad shoulders tense beneath his dark shirt, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the first light of dawn kissed the treetops. He looked powerful, commanding, but I could see behind his strength — the weight of leadership upon his soul.