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he said and they started to head back to Cinderville in the dead of the night. On getting there, Gazzeus and Bryon saw what had happened there. Everything was in crumbles and ashes and there were decapitated bodies lying around, about hundreds of them, including their men. It was just like Klaus had said. Gazzeus was still doubting if one person did this, and that too, a girl who can’t be more that eighteen years of age. If that was the case, it means the prophecy is indeed real and the Chosen One would be the one to put an end to their immortality. Then this was a declaration for war and all covens would have to come together again to take out one person who is a threat to them.

It was so clear that it glinted in the moonlight, and I noticed gold engravings everywhere across the bones. “Okay,” Allen said, catching up beside me, his voice a little higher than usual. “That’s... pretty interesting.” “You ever seen anything like it?” I asked. Allen shook his head, eyes wide. “I’ve read about ancient beings, sure, but such engravings on the bones? That’s new to me. Even the oldest books in my library don’t mention anything like this.” I stared at the skeleton, something about it tugged at me. I reached in, gently sliding my hands beneath the rib cage. “Let’s take it out.”

Rain smashed into the earth like it wanted to bury the whole damn city, turning the graveyard into a sopping mess of mud and hunched figures clutching black umbrellas. Sienna Calder stood off to the side, her boots sinking into the muck, her old jacket—splattered with paint from a dozen late-night rants—sticking out like a middle finger among the somber suits. She wasn’t here to weep. She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself.

POV: Neoma t wasn’t a ruin. It was a carcass. The Dead City didn't just sit in the white sands of the Bone Wastes; it rotted there. Massive towers of rusted steel and shattered glass punched into the sky—skeletal fingers clawing at a heaven that had stopped listening centuries ago. I stood on the edge of what used to be a street. The silence hit me first. It wasn’t quiet. It was a vacuum. A pressure against my eardrums that felt like deep water. It swallowed the wind, swallowed the grit scraping against my nanoweave suit, swallowed the beat of my own heart.

Below, the cracked pavement gleamed like a shattered mirror, turning the puddles into mosaics of shadow and neon reflection. I, Lila Voss, had come to this forgotten stain of a town on a map because I thought I could outrun a ghost. Not a literal one—though looking at the skeletal remains of the storefronts lining the street, I wouldn’t be surprised if this town had plenty of those, too. No, I was running from the ghost of who I used to be. The city had been a cage, a suffocating construct of steel and expectations where every breath felt borrowed and every day closed tighter around my throat. I had packed my life into a single backpack, tied my dark hair back in a hasty, fraying ponytail, a

They sensed what lay ahead—the old death, the ancient curse, and the awakening dark. Aria dismounted and pressed her hand against her mount’s snout. “Stay. If we don’t return by dusk, run west. Don’t look back.” The wolf growled low, reluctant, but obeyed. Then the group advanced. --- Eldralen: City of Dust and Bone The ruins revealed themselves slowly, like a corpse rising from its grave. Broken spires jutted from the earth at jagged angles. Stone buildings stood partially collapsed, overgrown with black vines and moss that whispered in the wind. Every surface was etched with time and war.

"Within it, the corpses of the dead are piled up outside the city. Gradually, the city is lifted. Looking from a distance, it appears as though the corpses are piled up on top of each other. This is how the Burning Bone City got its name." "However, with the passage of time, it is rumored that there are more and more corpses. In the end, Burning Bone City was even taken up to the sky." "A demon ate the bones, and it swallowed up the Burning Bone City in the sky, and then it was buried on the ground forever. However, the new ones were constantly piled up and built, and it became a city again. This cycle has been going on for countless years. There are even rumors that although the Burning Bon

I found myself walking towards her. "We can't Carden would kill us. If not him then her flat out rejection of us." We stopped in our tracks. I sat down beside Sarin with a smile starting to read a book that Blair-Boo had been reading, By These Ten Bones, By Clare B. Dunkle. "Would this book be about us or would Vampire Diaries fit better. We are a hybrid after all. A forced into existence, freak of nature."

Not romance. Promise. Possession. Outside, the city roared—inside, the lines were drawn in blood and bone. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ Next: 22 — Fault

I was now convinced that something was bothering him but if there was anyone who should be bothered right now then it should be me because he was the one who left my business and took a full day staring at the skyline while I was killing myself over some stupid baking tutorial videos I cleared my throat loudly. “So I read online that there’s a book titled The Chicago curses. The synopsis says the book has details on the curses that happened in this city from centuries ago.” Miles sighed. “If we’re lucky, we can find something about body swaps and maybe a solution on how to reverse it,” I replied. Miles turned to me with a hard expression. “And you couldn’t find any copy of the book online?”