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Alex inquired, but his question was met with silence. As the mysterious potion coursed through Alex's veins, unease washed over him. His vision blurred, and he felt a sudden surge of power and vitality, but at the same time, an unsettling darkness crept into his mind. The room seemed to distort, and he struggled to maintain his balance as he gripped the table for support. Azaroth observed him closely, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Enjoying the taste of power, are you, halfling?" he taunted. "Remember, there's a price to pay for meddling with forces beyond your comprehension."

Aislen wondered. Toby stared at her, and his eyes slowly slid to Meguitte as if seeking her support. “The Order of Nexsis are the people that we know as Van Helsings,” Meguitte explained gently. “Do not worry, Aislen, I did not know either until one of them explained it to me. Apparently the One God has a name or has been given one in the last thousand years by his followers,” she gave a slight shrug of her shoulder. “I was born during the arrival of the One God, and it is not a name that I had heard before.”

"Finish me off. I did bad things only because I was ordered to." I furrow my brows. "What? What the hell are you talking about?" "Oh, you didn't dig deep enough that I didn't create the Order. I only maintain it for the real leader." What? Eva pulls on a Chester cat grin and bursts out laughing like crazy. "Once I'm gone, the real storm comes. Everything that had happened to your friends. Like Odin's youngest grandchild." "Effie?"

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in book one and book three can tell yo

Marcus frowned, the expression deepening the lines across his forehead, lines that had not been there a year ago, lines that spoke of sleepless nights and impossible choices and the slow, grinding erosion of certainty. "What is this?" he asked, and even to his own ears, his voice sounded different—smaller, younger, more vulnerable than he had allowed himself to be in decades. Elder Hale answered in a low voice that seemed to come not from his throat but from the stones themselves, from the archive, from the very foundation of the world they stood upon. "A forgotten order." A pause, heavy with the weight of centuries. "One that existed long before the current Alpha Kings. One that existed bef

“Are you one of them as well?” “Them?” Franklin reacted as Orion snickered quietly. “I thought you were one of us. And to answer your question, yes. I have the founding family curse. I'm a werewolf.” “That explains a lot,” she muttered under her breath. “Pardon me again, so are you like the leader… the king… alpha?” “Shit,” I reacted as Orion couldn't help but erupt into laughter. The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold.

He still listens and never interrupted his master. "Do you know why?" Cryp asked then. Niko wiggled his head. "No." "Good. You should not. Find him and his family and proceed to the order," Cryp ordered. "Can I ask?" Niko properly adressed his master. "No you should'nt. Go! You time is running. No mistake," Cryp said and added a sip to his coffee. Niko said his goodbye and went back to his apartment. The order of the mission is really different this time. Kana would always give backgrounds for the target but Cryp does not. They expect Arial killers to be bold and molded.

"No sedation needed this time. The child stopped screaming after the first incision.” My fingers went numb. I dropped the journal. It hit the floor with a muffled thump, the pages splaying open. There were more journals. Stacked haphazardly in a crate beneath the table. I pulled another one out, this time leather dyed blue. Gold initials on the spine. Someone had once been proud of this work. "Only a dragon can rule dragons. The blood must be bent, broken, reshaped. The Order fears me because I do what they will not. I evolve the breed."

"Give him something with an engine, he's your man." "I'll remember that. Good morning, Xander." "Morning, Kiema." He ducked back off screen. "Ransom said you guys have some information about the book and OTIS." The energy in the room dropped like a bomb had gone off. "That bad, huh, guys?" I asked. "I guess we should start with OTIS." Asher, happy and irreverent Asher, growled low in his throat. "The Order of the Iron Serpent. You were right on the last two, Ki-Ki."