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My lips curled up, “He spoke about the elders sending spies, meanwhile he's the chief planner, planting a spy by my side or should I say…a soldier.” “I don't know what you're talking about, Milady.” She denied. So my intuitions were right. From the onset, I had sensed that Brienne was no ordinary maid. The way she carried herself, the regular scowl on her small, pretty face as she faced everyone excluding me. Her sharp senses, and reflexes in catching things—she was definitely a soldier or something. “Lying to me, your Luna is also treason Brienne. Punishable by death.” I sighed.

“My brother began his annual pilgrimage to the Seers of Seigradh as hale and hearty as always. He returned with a new wife and a mysterious illness having not made it to the temples. His health continued to deteriorate, defying the efforts of Vienthrey’s most learned healers and management of Vienthrey and Uyan Taesil fell to Clareath as a result. “The brethren of Vienthrey began to vanish and there was rumour of increased guard presence in the dungeons. When I investigated, I found the dungeons full of tortured brethren. As I was unable to affect their freedom, I left Vienthrey, to seek the Seers of Seigradh’s advice, and they gave me the following foreseeing: “A king to none and queen to a

As a single tear rolled down her cheek, her aura collapsed entirely, and she fainted straight onto the stone floor in front of the throne. The sudden fracture of protocol shocked the assembly, causing dozens of enforcers to draw their weapons as the crowd pressed forward. "Corrie Bates!" Brook shouted, his reaction delayed and clumsy as she hit the concrete. Unlike my wolf, who would rather choke on blood than show weakness to an enemy, Corrie lay perfectly still. In that exact moment, a profound, freezing disinterest washed over my system.

I stepped in front of Morgan with a smile, and hope flickered in Lillian's eyes. "I knew you'd save me, Gavin. Let's never be apart again." I smiled at Lillian. "You thought you could transform yourself into something better. But some people never change. "You're proof of that." I dropped my arm and let Morgan pass. "Go ahead. Don't let me keep you." Morgan dragged Lillian away by the arm, completely callous. He dragged her across the floor without a backward glance, treating her like she meant nothing.

She didn’t answer, only raised her sword against the shadows that crawled forth from Sienna’s unraveling form. "We end this," she said. "Now." Myrra fell first. A shadow lashed out, piercing through her defenses, sinking into her chest. She gasped, her fingers tightening around Bram’s wrist as he caught her. "I, I’m sorry," she whispered, before the darkness consumed her entirely. Bram roared in defiance, but he too fell moments later, his final strike cleaving through one of the formless horrors before he crumpled beside Myrra.

Lia The moment we entered the plane, Thea asked to speak to me privately. Judging by her tone, it must be serious, so I didn’t say anything and simply joined her by the window. “I brought something for you. Well, Aiden did, but I was the one that asked him to get if for me. – She gets a small old-looking book from her backpack and lays it on the table between the seats – I believe this belonged to Thalia, but I can’t read it. I thought that maybe you, as a witch, can see what’s inside.”

Her hair dangled, but was too drained to even move a finger. "Give me the book," Olga demanded. Her voice echoed, like a strong wind going with a storm. Mherkealla smirked. "I swear to protect this book with my life, Olga. If I die, I'll take it with me," Mherkealla said, hoarsely. Her consciousness was slowly fading. Another drop of blood. Olga traced Mherkealla's being and a sly smile formed from her lips. She found the bravery an obtuse act. If only Mherkealla could understand better, things wouldn't have come to this.

“I don’t know of a single person in our bloodline that could’ve accomplished that at all. That was before your potential was fully unlocked as well. That was done by instinct, but you’ll be capable of much more once you begin training and learning about your power. The most that has been recorded in our bloodline was three different powers. However, none of them were a prophesized Vessel.” Brynn’s head tilted to the side as she regarded her mother with thinly veiled curiosity. “Can you explain about the prophesized part?” she asked carefully. “Do you still have the book of the Quolia bloodline?” Brynn nodded and went to retrieve it from the bedroom. I could tell that she was just as curious

Caitlin flew from St. Michael's Mount, holding the third key in her hand, the vampire’s final words still ringing in her head. She felt a sense of ominousness as she flew through the morning, through thick, black storm clouds, racing to find Violet. Aiden had told her about Violet’s castle—Bodium Castle—located in the far northern corner of England, and she raced towards it with all she had. Thunder erupted in the warm September sky, as she flew right into thick, black storm clouds. But she didn't slow. She had to get there, for all she was worth.

Praying mentally for her daughter's life betterment, Gayatri went to bring hot saffron milk with honey and a handful of crushed nuts in it. koushalya was taking a long long hot bath to ease her head weight. in all the time of showing she kept thinking of what to do next, she made fee plans for the day while wrapping the towel around her wet body. she wrapped another towel on her head to dry her long wavy hair and stepped out of the bathroom.