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He made himself comfortable before lifting his gaze from a smiling Kiara who had been chatting his ears off in a language I didn’t understand. He’s gaze settled on me and after studying me for a moment, he spoke; “I am Hephaestus. Uncle to Kiara and Chaos” “Oh… I’m Alpha River and welcome. I wasn’t informed you were coming” I said with a small smile as I took the seat in front of him “I was supposed to arrive tomorrow but I wasn’t busy today and I decided to pass by” “That’s okay. Do you need me to get Chaos for you?” “No… no actually I came to see you. Chaos had always wanted her own personal library and training center and her mother thought it will be nice to build one for her as a mating

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

The vibration of feet travels through the earth as I look up as a storm begins to form and I smirk. “Father!” I say as we move further down towards the town. Portals open up on the beach and surrounding area when I see them. Sephone and her army. We continue walking and the wolves growl when I hold my hand up in the air and they stop. I continue walking forward with Artemis and Gaia. I smirk when I see Bethany’s face pale as Gaia approaches her. I look at Gaia and her eyes are red as she glares at Bethany, my eyes on Sephone and Artemis’s on Perla.

“Do you have your phone?” I asked. He stepped back and frowned. “Pardon?” I glanced down at the bulge in his pocket, pulled out his mobile, and activated its home screen. “What is that?” he asked. “It’s how supernaturals communicate with each other in the twenty-first century.” “An advanced form of a mirror?” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, tucked me into his side, and sniffed at my hair. Shivers ran across my skin, making me squirm. Trying my best to ignore the affectionate wolf, I continued down the hallway while tapping commands into the phone. According to the Phileas Fogg website, Atlantis had a train station and a direct route to London Central.

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

Sol growls as she tries her best to remember what she saw in the strange dream. ... The Upper levels of the dome lay caked in the bleak shroud of steam produced from the rain clashing with the summer heat. Scans said that the Upper levels’ atmosphere generators were already turning the Dome into some kind of springtime paradise. H6 dove his bike through the airways, cutting through the bustling traffic. It was only the midday but the evening congestion had already begun. Executive Skycars hummed quietly, their platinum frame and gold plated rims gleaming as they stood in contrast to the hulking cargo airships that had just arrived from abroad. Security drones buzzed around the airships, taki

Azrael said after a pause before disappearing into thin air. Teleporting herself inside the cave, she looked at the large dirty blue-colored book that had violet orbs embedded on it, and couldn't help but open it to write what she saw today. It was a book she had been trying to find ever since she lost it. It was the future depicting book of the witches that would vaguely tell about their future.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Chapter 45: The Ghost of Christmas Past Seven Years Earlier: The Hamptons, New York The sky over the Atlantic was the color of a fresh bruise, a swirling mix of deep purples and slate greys that threatened to break into a Nor'easter. On the wide, weathered cedar balcony of the Vance estate, the air tasted of salt spray and expensive tobacco. This was the sanctuary of Arthur Vance, a man who had built an empire not just on oil and gas, but on the ruthless manipulation of the "Flow." He wasn't the digital specter he would eventually become; he was a man of dense muscle, silver hair, and a gaze that felt like an infrared scan.

He laughed, a rich sound that made my toes curl and heart leap. I glanced over at my hands which were still wound around his neck and realized how right he was. I was actually glowing, emitting a golden light from my skin. The light shone across the entire cavern, making the rainbow of crystals spew light onto the rocky walls. It was when I looked at my hands, I noticed something else. I wasn’t the only one glowing. Where my skin emitted a golden light, Atlas’s was pure white. The first thing I noticed as my eyes traveled upwards were the newly pointed ears emerging from his platinum hair. Authors Note - Tomorrow I will be working on Iridian or the Twins! For more updates on chapters, and ge