Chronicles Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

“Am I the first?” She blinked, not entirely sure what he was asking. “What do you mean?” “Am I the first male to kiss you?” “Oh.” She blinked in surprise. It was a strange question, considering that he had to know she’d been cursed when she was just a hatchling. “Yes, you’re the first.” Another brooding glance. “Are you sorry?” “Why would I be sorry?” His hands balled into fists, as if he was struggling to contain some fierce emotion.

He took Elara’s tiny, sticky hand, guided a pencil into her fist, and helped her make a single, wobbly, triumphant mark on the paper. It was a smudge. A scribble. A beginning. “There,” he said softly. “Chapter One.” The Keeper’s Almanac, Volume One, was complete. Its story was one of defense, of repair, of quiet joy. Volume Two had just begun with a baby’ first mark. Its story was yet to be told, but it would be written in rolling over, in first steps, in the wide-eyed wonder of a child growing up in a world that had been fiercely, lovingly kept for her.

The sentence was beginning. End of chapter 116

He released me and placed a hand on my cheek, a nostalgic look in his eyes, a flicker of a past memory. "Okay then." I looked at both the men in the room, a questioning gaze. "What are we doing first?" Before Cree can get a word out, Beta Rayven brightened up, a sudden spark of enthusiasm, and said, "First off, let me introduce you to my mate, Cherry; she's the sweetest." He placed his hands on my shoulders, a firm, guiding touch, opened the door, and guided me out of the room. I craned my neck and saw Cree shaking his head, a wry smile on his face, but following behind us nonetheless, a silent chaperone.

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FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

“The chronicle doesn’t just hold words. It holds the memory of the land, of all the people who lived here. When it’s set free, it doesn’t just tell people it reminds them of what they already knew, deep down. That’s why it feels so real.” He pulled the satchel onto the table and opened it, taking out the chronicle. It glowed softly, even in the dim light of the room. Elara ran her hand over the cover, and it warmed under her touch. “Can we read it again?” she asked. “Maybe there’s more that can help us where to go, what to do next.” Kael nodded. “Together.” They opened it, and the pages lit up with that same soft silver light. The words formed slowly, clear and easy to read: