Broken Book Galatea Mga Nobela at Kwento

Selene’s POV The soft brushes swept over my skin with practiced ease, the makeup artists murmuring among themselves about tones and contours. I sat still, half-listening, my eyes lingering on the open book sprawled on the velvet chair beside me, the old witches' text I had discovered in the library. The pages were aged and brittle, yet the power in the words still pulsed like a living thing. Every line I read about blood oaths and forgotten deities made me more certain, Gazelle wasn’t just a threat from the past. She was planning something dark. Something terrible.

My breath caught in my throat and I grabbed Kael’s arm. “Arielle? What is it? Talk to me. What happened?” He looked worried. I shook my head fast. “Nothing. I just - I think we should keep reading. Maybe the next page will explain how to stop it or control it.” He nodded and turned the page slowly but the rest of the book was damaged. The words were faded or missing. Only one line was clear at the bottom. If the seal breaks, the pact ends. “This is bad.” Kael sat back and rubbed his face.

I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. Kat’s brow furrowed. “The fragments don’t explain the rest. It’s… incomplete.” I crossed the room again, running a hand through my hair, frustration grinding at me from within. Kat flipped a page. “The Moonstone does not break without cause…” she read carefully, looking up at all of us. “…And what lives inside you… was not born.” We all froze. “Some things are created… when something sacred is broken,” Serene added softly, almost reverent.

she scoffed and pulled out the next chair sitting close to me. Gael came in with the ingredients I needed for the bond break, a part of me really wanted to stop but that's probably Thane and the bond working because I really want to break this thing, if I never get another mate then, I guess I'd have to die with the moonsbane. “Is there any other thing you'd need?” I shook my head at Gael's question and he bowed, walking away. Meliora's heart pounded crazily just like me and I could hear her heartbeat, all of it, every single sound it made all came crashing down in my ears.

The warriors in the hall did not cower; they stared at him with cold, predatory eyes. "Your conquest was a theft," a voice rang out from the back of the hall. It was Beta Marcus, his expression weary but resolute. He stepped forward, his hand on his blade, signaling that the era of the Bloodstone Alpha was over. On the distant balcony of the Frost Keep, miles away, Elena stood with Kaelen. She felt the sudden, psychic snap of the Bloodstone bond. It wasn't a violent tear like the one Garrick had inflicted upon her—it was the sound of a hollow illusion finally shattering.

I sigh, following him. We reach the dining room; there are cracks in the wall, created by the earthquake. The cracks are ruining the brilliant painting showing a colorful depiction of the god Jupiter giving the Cornucopia to beautiful, naked nymphs. Yeah. There is a huge crack running across Jupiter's penis. Ouch! "Sit next to me," Brixtius commands.

He looked at the eyes of everyone. Then he reached into the folder and spread several photos and pages across the table. The images were dimly lit, but clear enough: the sacred altar fractured with hairline cracks; faint streaks of silver residue glowing along the breaks. A soft murmur rippled through the room. Zara’s hand flew to her mouth. “Moon above…” she whispered. “That’s the altar of our ancestors.” Marek nodded grimly. “It’s broken. And the energy around it isn’t natural. I felt it myself…unstable, pulsing like something was feeding from it.”

The moment lasted just a second before another sound interrupted. A sharp crack echoed through the chamber. Everyone spun around. The Gate. A thin line had appeared across its surface. At first, nobody understood. Then the line widened. Stone crumbled. A fracture. The ancient Gate was cracking. The sight sent immediate panic through the room. The Archivist went pale. "No." Lucien looked horrified. "No." Even Isabella seemed frightened. "What happens if it breaks?" Damien asked. Nobody answered immediately. Because nobody wanted to. Finally..... the Archivist spoke.

I hated myself for letting things reach this point. Suddenly, Matteo cursed under his breath and walked toward the table where I had been standing earlier. He grabbed something hidden underneath it and yanked it out. Then he crushed it beneath his boot. I stared at the shattered object on the floor. A recording device. My heart dropped. “Was that witch watching this the entire time?” Matteo muttered angrily. And immediately, one name echoed in my mind. Giulia.