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He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.” Mauve couldn’t help it—her lips curled into a mocking laugh. “That’s the best kidnapping story you could come up with?” Nicholas stiffened but held his composure. “Can I ask questions now?” “Yes,” he allowed. “Where’s your proof?” The question caught him off guard. He faltered, searching for words. “Elitian technology cannot cross over,” Sephie stepped in. “Only an E

They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’ Immediately, the castle door swung open and the crusaders came in. The first of them was Slaemann who in every inch looked the leader of the crusaders. Despite his handsome features and luscious smile, he was a very deadly man when it came to things like wars. In fact, it was him who brought honor to Aberdeen many years ago when he was eighteen by defeating a whole army. He was a vampire, a wolf, and an expert at handling the sword. His confident gait also said that. Thirteen rock-faced men watched belligerently from his back with their swords at the ready.

Then swallowed again, hating how the noxious scent of pennies now wormed down her throat. She wanted to embrace her beloved. Crawl between his bloodied thighs and hold him close. She wanted to rise to her feet and wake him, help him stand, leave this place. To wake next to him and discover this had all been a dream. That his wounding was a lie, her heart was free from guilt and that he was perfect and safe and whole. And she’d never met the devil. Umbrella in hand, Eidolon waited in front of her. In the glow of the fire, Corrompero stood over her, the poker taken from the flames glowing dangerous red, yellow, orange, white.

"The Crimson Dominion is my territory. My blood-guards will recognize my aura, but they will shoot yours on sight, shadow-walker." "Your blood-guards are currently taking orders from Garrick's alliance, Ashthorne," Lysander countered, his shadow-aura flaring aggressively as he stepped into Kaelor’s personal space. "If she follows your loud, burning trail, she’ll be surrounded by a thousand iron spears before dawn. She comes with me through the shadow-veins." "I am the High King of the Crimson Dominion! I know every blood-trap, every fortress, and every garrison! I am her shield!" Kaelor roared, his fist slamming into the stone wall, causing a minor shower of gravel to rain down between them.

The box contains proof of my sincerity. Elara opened the box with trembling fingers. Inside lay a bloody lock of Seraphina's dark hair and a single finger, still wearing one of Darius's rings. She felt sick. "He's lost his mind." Kael's voice was ice cold. "Tell your alpha that Elara is no longer his. She belongs to the Eclipse Dominion now. Any further aggression will be met with total war." The beta nodded and was quickly escorted out. As soon as they were gone, Kael turned to Elara. "We move at dawn. I'll send word to your father. The full strength of the Dominion will meet us."

Tell her," Darius said to Aldrich. Aldrich pulled out a chair and sat. "Ashmoor Dominion has operated without a visible ruler. The territory has been run through Caden voss. Regional commanders,wolves who receive instruction and execute it without knowing its main source." He folded his hands on the table. "Three weeks ago, a name surfaced through eastern border contacts." "Who," Zayden said. "Dorian Vane," Aldrich said. The room went very still. I looked at Zayden.

Caius narrowed his amber eyes a fraction, his wolfish pupils glowing with a sudden, dangerous intensity in the dim candle fire. "Elowen, do you truly believe my young claws are incapable of managing the territory books for the Thorncroft Alpha Dominion?" I lifted my chin, refusing to let my human pulse flutter under his heavy aura. With a cold smile, I said, "You established the Redfern Trade Guild at a remarkably young winter cycle, so I do not doubt your personal ambition. But our bloodlines have never shared an alliance before, and your tracking omegas are complete strangers to my guild, which is why the dominion will be hosting an open bidding event before the Grand Alpha Tribunal. When

Maybe a wizard using magic to shapeshift, or a variety of supernatural beings, guardian spirits of certain forests, or older gods of some land. The only thing that ringed true in my head was demon-wolf, again. “Who are you?” I asked it in return, unwilling to bend. “He is my father,” said Elaeya. I looked at her in my peripheral. Well, that was unexpected. Maybe I should be a little more diplomatic. Man, I’ve never been really good at diplomacy. Please, let me not fuck this up. “My name is Kaden Devon,” I said a little subdued. Just a little.

I instantly felt like a spy. I heard male voices first, two of them and they were arguing. With my brows furrowed, I followed the noise until it led me to a modestly sized pavilion covered in snow-green vines. Aware that I was only watching a memory of the past, I confidently walked inside and quickly found the first king of Ehnrelil, King Alduin, and his twisted brother, High Elder Geraden. ‘Geraden, stop. I forbid you to do anything to Lady Cyrena. Let her be. She is happy now. Let her be free,’ King Alduin announced just as he grabbed Geraden’s elbow to stop him from exiting the edifice.

"No, I have servants for that." "You mean there are other dragons here?" "No." I removed a piece of grass from her hair. "They are human." "Human. You have humans here?" She wouldn't like this. Most of the brides did not. "They serve me and now you, but they do not speak. They give up their voice to live in this realm." "I don't understand." I took her hand and pulled her along the hallway into the library. "They come from a realm called earth. Their families give them over when they are sick and dying. They live here without illness, but it comes with the cost of their voice."