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His face was left in shock as he slowly got caught up to his feet. Sight rolled over to behind Ozais, thus his figure covered the figure before him. Light fades. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 17 ; Hell 2 Feedback / Question : CHAPTER 17 HELL 2 John!" Called a voice that at its hearing, the scene brightened up to the seeing of John's figure and John's figure alone. John was seen in a pitch black environment, perhaps, even worse than previous. No signal of light penetrated through the scene perhaps, nothing was caught by sight.

As the wolves crept closer, she whispered softly — a voice trembling with memory and power: > “When crimson rains and moonlight dies, The Dark shall walk where silence lies. The Child of Dusk shall choose the path, Between the Sun’s love and the Dark One’s wrath. But death must come to light once sworn, Before the God of Dreams is born.” The ground shuddered. A low growl rolled through the forest — deep, ancient, alive. The wolves froze mid-step. Whining, backing away, they turned and vanished into the fog. Rhea’s eyes widened as the growl grew louder, vibrating through her bones. It came from behind her. She turned — slowly. Beyond the edge of the mist, the ground split open. A shadow began

“Moon Blessed. Father's precious Bridge.” The darkness reached for her. Tamara's silver light exploded out, blasting the room. The darkness screamed – like tearing metal – and backed off. “Interesting,” it hissed. “You're tougher than I thought. Good. Father will be happy.” “What do you want?” Tamara snapped, silver light crackling around her hand. “To give you a message.” The darkness shifted and for a moment, she saw it—a creature made of shadows and smoke, with too many teeth and eyes like holes. “Seven days, little Bridge. Choose wisely. The moon sees all, but shadows know the truth.”

Chapter 22 Alina's POV I couldn’t shake the chill that had taken root in my bones after that night of howls and monstrous charges. The events of yesterday—the mysterious markings, the ritual, the formation of cloaked figures, and the ferocious beast that attacked us—had left my mind racing and my heart pounding with a mix of terror and determination. Now, as dawn broke over the eastern forest, I found myself riding alongside Damien and our contingent of warriors toward the northern sanctuary. The air was heavy with anticipation, and every rustle of leaves seemed to whisper secrets of ancient curses and forgotten magic.

And the blood moon split the sky. Get ready for Chapter 12: The Alpha’s Lust. Because next? We’re about to unleash hell! With power, passion, and a soul-binding night Selene may never survive.

CHAPTER 129: DAUGHTERS OF SUN AND MOON RHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: THE ARCHER BY TAYLOR SWIFT **** The moonlight kisses the edges of the trees, casting everything in a cold silver glow. I’m still catching my breath, the adrenaline from the spirit-wolf’s attack thudding in my veins like war drums. Kaia is a step behind me, her head turned toward the direction it vanished, her golden eyes wide with confusion.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a soft, golden hue over the sprawling grounds of New Moon Academy. The castle-like estate loomed majestically, its turrets piercing the clouds, while ivy clung to the stone walls like a protective embrace. Charlie Hale stood at the entrance, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Today marked a new beginning, a chance to leave behind the shadows of her past.

’ But it is not entirely true, and they know it. The now three wolves get closer, and I know there is no way we can fight our way out. Shadow, my mate, is growling and fighting his way here. But this attack is massive, and he attacked over and over, armed as Hunter, Dawn’s mate. ‘We need to do it.’ Dawn says, and I know what she means. I don’t answer, but I let the power from the moon I have restored when I can, flow into my body. The moonlight began to spread from my paws until it surrounded my entire body. And it is enough for the filthy Rogues to stop. But I am not stopping, so I stomp on the floor again, and a dark wave of power throws them across the room.

he spat, his words dripping with venom. Rey, her gaze unwavering, spoke with a voice that carried both authority and compassion. "Damon, this darkness has twisted your mind," she stated, her words reaching out to the remnants of his humanity. "We were once allies, and we can be again. Turn away from this path of destruction and embrace the light." But Damon, consumed by his own darkness and consumed by bitterness, refused to listen. With a fierce roar, he launched another attack, his fury driving him forward. The clash between Damon and the Crimson pack intensified, their powers colliding in a battle that echoed through the town.

Patrina's eyes snapped open in the darkness, her heart pounding with a sudden decision. She lay motionless in her bed, counting the heartbeats that marked time's passage as she waited for the house to fall silent. The opulent room, still hers despite days of servants’ labor, felt more like a taunt than a comfort. Moonlight spilled through parted curtains, casting silver paths across the floor that beckoned toward the door. She didn't need to see clearly to know that this might be her only chance. For five days she had scrubbed floors and polished silver while Nyxios watched with that infuriating patience. Tonight, she would prove him wrong. Tonight, she would escape.