Credence Chapter 23 Novels & Stories

"What condition is that?" Leaning forward in his chair, Cedric skewered him with those spooky white eyes of his. "Ye see, I insight that yer no' telling me the whole truth. There's more tae yer story, small pup. But I'm willin' tae let ye get more comfortable here 'n' with me. I insight it's difficult to believe when ye 'ave been on yer claim for a while." "Aye, I insight that yer without pack," Cedric replied his see of shock. "And until I insight more aboot ye, I'm no' slanted to bring ye into mine. Ye ken?"

Mother. Yes, my love. His voice was barely audible. Don't trust... He coughed. Lyra leaned closer. Don't trust who? Aiden's eyes widened. The golden light disappeared. He looked past her. Toward the Original Creator. Then he whispered the final words. Grandmother isn't the real enemy. Lyra froze. Aiden's eyes turned completely white. And something inside his body began laughing. End of Chapter 133

"I don't need a ride. I can find my way out." They watched her leave. There was something about her that made them all feel uneasy. Ryder mindlinked Nathan. "Have someone follow her until she's away from the pack lands. I don't trust her." Nathan nodded, and Ryder saw two warriors run into the forest to shift. Cressida giggled to herself as she walked away. Spreading the seed of doubt always made her happy. People thought they could trust one another. Ryder may not have shown any interest in her, but that wouldn't keep Zoe from having doubts.

Know it will pass and strength you will gain. ——————————————— I hope you guys liked the chapter. Signing off..... ~Zaveria akhtar

So I did the only thing I could. I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and forced out a laugh. "You must be mistaken, Alpha Cedrick," I said, my voice smooth, unwavering. "I don’t know what you think you’ve discovered, but you’re wrong." For a brief moment, just a fraction of a second, uncertainty flickered across his face. Good. Doubt was my ally. I could still get out of this. "You expect me to believe that?" Cedrick’s voice was quiet, but laced with something dangerous.

I asked, voice barely above a whisper. Craig looked around at us, a resolute look in his eyes. “First, we gather what allies we can—others who’ve faced similar darkness. Second, we strengthen our defenses—mentally, physically, spiritually. And third, we stay vigilant. This enemy feeds on fear, but it also fears unity. If we stand together, we might just have a chance.” Zane finally lowered his hands, nodding slowly. “Alright. I’m with you—for now. But if this turns out to be another trick—”

“Did you plan for this already? Are you waiting to see if Elena would contact Tiffany after I tried to probe her by letting her know that I ran into Tiffany at the Horizon Awards? Is that how you planned to find out if she was lying to me?” “Bingo.” Maia was stunned for a few seconds. She had to give it to him. That was meticulous and well thought out. He truly lived up to the name of the man who stood on top of the business industry. Cedric felt her gaze as well as her admiration for him. Chuckling, he pinched her chin lightly, “I don’t like it, Maia.” She came back to her senses. “Huh?” “I don’t like you looking at me admiringly.”

Elysia knelt beside them, panic in her voice. Alex’s eyes snapped open, glowing faintly with the same fiery light as the anchor. “She’s getting stronger,” they said hoarsely. “And she knows where we’re going.” The group exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of their mission heavier than ever. End of Chapter 30 This chapter intensifies the stakes as the group claims the first anchor while confronting both physical and psychological challenges. Morgana’s presence looms larger than ever, setting the stage for the journey to the next anchor in the Sapphire Depths.

“She mentioned having another ace up her sleeve.” “I fucking knew it,” Alpha Kai growls, shaking his head. “But now that we know to expect something, we can be on high alert. She’s lost her faith in using Cherie to further her plans, that much we know now.” I’m about to ask what the next steps are when Creed gets to his feet and storms off and out of the living room. Something about the anger in his scent has me worried and I follow him, but someone pulls me back by my arm.

"The Algorithm likes me better than it likes you," Chalida whispered, her voice a razor blade wrapped in silk. She didn't blink. The blue flicker of her internal AR overlay danced in her dilated pupils—a rhythmic, hypnotic strobe. "It feeds me the variables you’re too terrified to acknowledge. It knows that the SEC isn't the threat. The threat is staying predictable."