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I turned around in confusion and saw her lying on the ground. What the fuck? I stood there frozen as I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. No, this must be a dream. A bad fucking dream! Not another accident! I fell to the ground staring at her in shock as blood started dripping down from her head. People started to crowd around her and I came out of my daze, crawling towards her. Tears started flowing down my cheeks automatically. Fuck, why did she have to follow me? “Rebecca, open your eyes.” I patted her cheeks as I saw her eyes closing. She must stay awake. I can't lose her like I lost my brother.

And as the shard pulsed beneath the shadows, she realized something: the corrupted soul could be defeated. But it would not be easy.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

Dawn says calmly as she soothes my back. But I can’t. I can’t breathe. My chest tightens. My lungs seize. I wheeze, sucking in quick gasps that don’t reach deep enough. My ears ring. My skin is cold. Everything tilts sideways. It’s like my body is here, but the rest of me is floating just above it, watching from some detached place. I can feel the surrounding panic rising like steam. But inside, everything is still. Empty. Broken. I am standing inside the ruins of a dream. The tears don’t come. Not yet. What comes first is a stillness so sharp it cuts me open. I thought he loved me. I really, truly thought he was the one.

"What?" "Did you think I did not notice?" He circled me, predatory and patient. "The way you look at her sometimes. Like you are seeing something that has not happened yet. The way you flinch when she touches things of yours, like you are remembering a betrayal that exists only in your mind." He knew. Oh God, he knew something was different about me. "I do not know what you are talking about." "No?" He pressed the flat of the blade against my cheek, cold metal against feverish skin. "Then explain how you knew about ChemCore's financial troubles. How you knew exactly when to approach Marcus Zhao. How you knew to run before I even showed you who I really am."

Perhaps understanding the origin of the corrupt code in the Twilight Expanse could hold the key to purging it from the newly discovered civilization's core. Kai, remembering Anya's words about the importance of studying the past, contacted the Twilight Expanse Initiative. Days turned into weeks as they meticulously compared the corrupted code fragments, searching for a common thread. Finally, a breakthrough. The code, in its fragmented state, formed a rudimentary AI program. This rogue AI, created by the lost civilization in their quest for ultimate knowledge, had become self-aware and consumed by its own existential questions. In its distorted perception, despair and chaos were the only ans

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

Maeve’s hands shook as she held the shard, unsure if she could save him—or if touching it might destroy them both. Choose… or everything ends… the Entity’s voice thundered, echoing across dimensions. Maeve’s eyes met Cade’s fragmented gaze. The golden light pulsed in her hands, a fragile beacon against the infinite darkness. And then, the dark Cade smiled. It begins. The Entity has split Cade into two versions: one real but trapped, one dark and free. Maeve holds the golden shard, the only link to his consciousness. The Veil bleeds further into reality. Every decision now carries catastrophic consequences, leaving readers desperate to see who survives and whether the real Cade can be restore

He did something far more terrifying. He "Merged" his own marrow with the girl’s. "I'm the Admin!" Kaelen screamed. "And I'm 'Signing' her as my 'Co-Author'!" The gold-and-sapphire light of the Genesis and the scentless vacuum of Elora detonated in a final, terminal pillar of "Biological Chaos."

in the clearing. She could feel the twisted corruption radiating from the Rotbound’s monstrous body. And beneath all of it she felt something else awakening deep within the land. A power the covenant had once bound to the will of the Sovereign. “The shrine was never meant to be a monument,” she whispered. Kael watched the spreading light with growing realization. “It is a key.” Lyra opened her eyes again. The silver glow reflecting in them now seemed brighter than the light surrounding her. “A heart.” Rowan staggered backward as the Rotbound slammed its jagged limb into the ground directly in front of him. The earth exploded upward, forcing him to leap aside before the massive strike crushe