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I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

Chapter 2 Dawn Ellery's point of view The heavy oak doors slam shut behind me with the finality of a tomb. I collapse onto my knees, gasping for breath, as the last traces of my light magic fizzle across my skin like dying fireworks. Around me, a world unlike any I've known materializes through the haze of my exhaustion — leather and chrome, whiskey and smoke, the low thrum of conversation suddenly silenced by my dramatic entrance. Dozens of eyes turn toward me, assessing, wary, curious. I've escaped Sorin, but what exactly have I fallen into?

Her wolf surged again, claws raking against her skin, demanding she fight. She bared her teeth, forcing herself upright. “Then we fight this, too.” The fissure tore wider. From the abyss rose a head—if it could be called that. A head of antlers made of bone and darkness, a face devoid of features save for two large eyes that blazed with white flames. The cavern was rocked by its shriek, which shattered bones and shook blood in veins. Draven shoved Elaria behind him, planting himself between her and the rising entity. His wolf came to life, huge and glowing, with golden fire slicing through each furry strand. Fragments of darkness that floated too close were burned away by the fire that seare

"You weren't standing there! You didn't feel the pressure of his aura! Navarien is whole. Sane! He has gathered the Dark Elves—that ebony bastard Nalvath is standing right beside him! Elsbeth has defected, Soren is a traitor, and they are preparing to march their combined filth into our woods to strip us of our magic! We are facing total annihilation, and you are standing there smiling!" "I am smiling because you are reacting like a petulant child who has lost his favorite toy," Eldrin replied, stepping gracefully over a pile of broken crystal. He approached Leirick without a single drop of fear, his voice dropping into a low, conspiratorial murmur that carried a chilling weight. "Navarien i

A small smile crept across my lips. One of the treasures I gained from helping that foolish woman… Morrisa. I hovered the amulet against the wound. Warm energy spread through my arm. The flesh began knitting itself together. Few minutes later… The wound was gone. Just as the healing finished, a howl echoed through the forest. Not one of mine. Celdor’s wolves had found my scent. I chuckled darkly. “Good.” I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Looking more carefully, I realized the patterns on the pages were none other than a simplified map of the Nine Worlds: Five layers containing nine realms. At the highest level lay the divine realm, Asgard; beneath it, the world of the elves. The middle layer held five worlds: the northern land of ice, the southern land of fire, the eastern realm of giants, the western underworld, and between them the Ginnungagap above and Vanaheim below. The lower layer was the world of humans, and at the very bottom lay the realm of dwarves. Of course, no names were written in the book—each world was represented only by a golden point of light.

She learned nothing new from books dating back to the 19th century at the oldest. She found the book she wanted not in a library. It was crammed in piles of one of the Block 71’s book vendors. A dilapidated book–with pages torn–containing ancient tales. The bookseller elf, in a gown, asked for a book so thin a price that nearly forced her soul out of her body. “A dirty secret vampires don’t want to see another daylight,” she laughed.

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