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When Carlos said this, he had his eyebrows furrowed. "The Dragon Continent is out as well. Our race doesn't do well in marshlands. So that leaves us the Beast Continent and the Insect Continent." When Jane said this, she tilted her head to the side in thought. Both sat before the laptop screen for a few moments before Carlos spoke up, "I'll take the Insect Continent. The items I can get over there will be worth quite a bit on the other continents."

I brushed off my thoughts and went scanning other books. But before I did, I look on my surroundings. There are a few students who were reading just like me. They are also wearing casual clothes for the meantime. No way, I'm going to stay here alone. Who knows ghosts or that shapeshifter might popped out here? I sighed out of relief and went back reading. "The History of our World," I read the title written in the ash gray book cover. This is the World of Tempest. It is once a dark turbulent, stormy continent everyone might see.

Could there be a group of people fighting in the middle of the night? -- International Banknote(IB) is an innovative currency for this story. It is equivalent to USD in current times. The currency of the world in the story is divided into two: Western Dollar and Eastern Dollar. Under Western are the continents of North America, South America, Europe, and North Antarctica. Under Eastern are the continents of Asia, Africa, and Australia. This is an edited chapter. Three first chapters are done editing while the next chapters will soon be edited.

"Then… you are a witch?" "Yes," Emma was taking breakfast with a woman with extraordinary pale blue eyes. She was an acquaintance of Elton and had come to the Capital to compete in the tournament. "And… you are a dragon?" "No, I am from the fairy family Dulein near the southern frontier." "Oh…" they both had glistering eyes as they had found someone in the same circumstances, they were even smiling knowingly at each other. They were so entranced in their little conversation, that they failed to notice the intense eye battle of the two men beside them.

Happy Holidays Everyone. Stay Safe and Enjoy. Klaira The following chapters are a short novella entitled A Black River Pack Yule. It occurs after His Brother's Mate and before Hell Hounds. Because of rules changing it's impossible to find this novella on the GoodNovel app. So I am adding it here for your enjoyment.

Shakunthala said. “There are many places in the ocean like this. Humans haven’t explored it and are never going to find this place,” Nakan appeared there, startling both of them. Kayanangai frowned and turned to the other side as she doesn’t like to see him. Shakunthala was so scared to see this devil and left the place. “We have reached my place,” Nakan said. Aathiyan and Kumaran came there to protect Kayanangai from this devil, but the sad thing is they were too late. Nothing they can do after this.

“I can sense the turmoil within you, Valeria. It is essential to face the truth, no matter how challenging it may be.” Doris then walked to a wall and placed her hand on something, revealing a hidden staircase leading to an unknown destination. “Follow me,” she instructed. Curiosity leading her on, Valeria followed the elderly woman down the stairs and into a breathtaking library. Unlike the simple cottage above, this place was a marvel of design and knowledge. Neatly arranged shelves held numerous books, leaving Valeria wondering if Doris had read them all. In one corner, a globe adorned with markings caught her eye. It seemed to indicate the locations of werewolf territories around the wor

He went back to his notebook. Dante picked up his wine. Brussels in January was doing its grey philosophy outside the restaurant window, and inside the table was warm with people who had built something together and were sitting in it, and the working group had recognized the methodology as sound, and the second novel was sixty-four thousand words with a cooperating third act, and in the Alentejo the garlic was underground doing its slow patient work, and in Cardiff there was a box with a note at the bottom of it, and the year was barely begun and was already, in its specific way, correct.

The transport dove through the thick, irradiated grey smog covering the European continent. We broke the cloud layer. The breath caught in my throat. Nobody spoke. Even Jax was stunned into absolute silence. The continent of Europe was gone. There were no ruins. No oceans. No mountains. From the coast of France stretching endlessly toward the eastern horizon, the entire landmass had been violently paved over, transformed into a single, contiguous, continent-spanning machine. It was a nightmare of brutalist black iron, belching smokestacks, and rivers of molten durasteel.

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g