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their leader screamed, a woman with a face of porcelain and eyes of gold. ​"Hunters in my Keep?" the Demon King snarled, turning his fire toward the new invaders. ​The vault turned into a three-way slaughterhouse. Demons fought Inquisitors. Inquisitors fought Seraphina. And in the middle of it all, a third sound began to rise—a low, rhythmic chanting that made the very shadows on the floor stand up and grow teeth. ​"The Pale King," Arion muttered, his daggers dancing as he cut down a golden hunter. "He didn't stay dead. He’s used the chaos to send his Shadows into the heart of the mountain."

Then it’s fire. The Core-light erupts from her like a second dawn, raw and molten, eating the dark in white-gold arcs that make my shadows look like ash. The thing shrieks—metal ripping on bone—its body warping, convulsing, splitting. But it doesn’t die. It laughs as it burns. And then—it speaks. “Run, little gods.” And the void tears open under our feet.

Then, in one swift motion, he yanked the pendant from my neck. Seeing the pendant in his hand felt like staring at my own vulnerability reflected in a mirror. Swallowing hard, I whispered, "I should put it back on." But it was too late. My body had already started releasing pheromones almost instantly. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his body visibly trembling. "They called it a curse, but I call it a blessing," Caden murmured before pressing his lips against mine with a passion that made me shudder. His words echoed in my mind as I remembered how others had described me.

CHAPTER 20: THE SHIELD OF AETHELGARD The first shell from the H.M.S. Leviathan didn't scream as it fell; it roared with the voice of a god coming to reclaim a stolen world. But I didn't flinch. I didn't even blink.

We watched as flames engulfed the corpses, instantly warming us. “Who were they?” I asked. “One of our enemies, the Bois Sombre Pack. But they’ve grown really weak. I know it didn’t seem it, but four of them should’ve been able to easily overpower us.” He shook his head. “I probably should’ve kept one alive for interrogation, but fuck them.” He turned and threw his arms around me. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” “Why are they weak?” I asked.

Flavius's eyes widen at Neron's words as he chokes out a cough. "A den of beast is not the words I'd use to describe this place. But I must admit this has been a very educational experience," Flavius tells him. "That is because we dragons are seekers of vast knowledge. My horde alone holds one of the largest archives in Midgar. You are bound to learn a thing or two staying here," I say. "As much as I would love to continue discussing the extensive knowledge of dragons there is a point to our arrival," Daniel says. "Awe yes, I nearly forgot. As stated in the original deal between our people I've brought with me the requested weaponry and medical kits," Neron tells us.

Vador finally confessed his love to Ava and now y'all know the real story I'll like to say that this book isn't just a vampire romance action book,it actually means something and I'm trying to pass a message.From the onset y'all judged Vador didn't you? He's the dark lord,he's dumb,he keeps fucking up. Well yea,now y'all know why,I want this book to go out to everyone,you have to understand not to judge and criticize people without getting to know them. So many people are going through a lot and won't even speak out about it and then we have some other people who would judge them without getting to know or understand their reasons,which would obviously make them feel bad,like so bad. I for o

We put on our goggles, head-pieces and gloves and made our way towards the counter where Charles provided us with our guns. "Which model is this?" Trevor asked as he ran his fingers over the metallic body of pistol. "Automag Four, .45 Winchester Magnum Cartridge." I responded. Trevor nodded in approval, "I personally prefer 5 but this will do nicely too." I grinned. "You know, I kept the bullet from the first time you taught me how to shoot."

For the first time, Aria saw tears in his eyes. "I don't deserve you." Ava shook her head. "None of us deserve each other." She smiled. "But we still have each other." THE AUTHOR'S ARMY A deafening sound shook the Archive. The High Keeper looked toward the entrance. "Someone is coming." Gabriel activated the ancient walls. Thousands of lights appeared. Then the lights became figures. An army. But they weren't human. They were memories. Warriors from civilizations that had died millions of years ago. Creatures from worlds that no longer existed.