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Her seafoam-colored carriage glided forward like it was moving through waves instead of wheels. “She has the calm of a storm,” one sailor said, hat pressed to chest. Then, Thalindra, Water Priestess-Princess of Zephyra, stepped out wrapped in flowing silks that danced around her like liquid mist. Her hands moved in blessing gestures as she passed, eyes closed, face serene. Her carriage, simple and sleek, was shaped like a temple shrine floating on blue glass wheels. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood, emerged in a robe of pale green and silver leaf. Her ears gleamed with moonstones, her expression unreadable. Her carriage was made of living wood, its branches twisted into delicate shapes th

It had also ruined his life. Rhychard stood and started collecting the plates. Kree padded over to the sofa and reclaimed his spot, while Buttercup helped gather the dishes. As Rhychard turned the faucet on, he said, "Kendalais helped me learn how to use the sword, explaining the glamour that makes it disappear until I touch it. A glamour is a spell that alters the appearance of something. That's how the elves move among us. They can make themselves seem human." He started washing the plates, while she dried and put them away. "Too bad they can't act human," he said, with a shake of his head. "Anyway, while Kendalais was teaching me how not to get killed, Tryna taught me about the battle bet

My head was pounding as though a line up of high school bands were in a competition. All I could think of was the pitiful state we’d found Xander in a while ago. The way he looked helpless and near death’s door. The way his blood was like a second skin masking his actual skin. The way his skin was carved out for some silly message that we still couldn’t figure out. I mean, who the hell was Glinda? Why the hell did her coming have to be preceded by such chaos and pain? And why the fuck did she think she’d get away with hurting Xander so badly?

“Well… actually. The only people recorded with silver eyes were Kael, the first Lycan who you read about the other day… and his two children. A son and a daughter.” My heart jumps. “Is there a picture of the daughter?” Elara’s eyes widen. “You want to see it? Yu think shes who you are looking for?” “Yes. Please.” She rushes out and I pace anxiously. This is stupid. I don’t even know why I’m so hopeful that this is her. A minute later, Elara returns carrying a large, old painting. She props it up and I step closer. The girl in the painting is beautiful, Strong, Regal.

He carried her from the table and sat on the ground with her placed gently in his arms, "No Glinda, you have to hold on, please! Don’t leave me." Glinda feebly changed back to human form. She had no arms or legs and her unclad body was bloodied. "Promise me, you'll take revenge for me. Go through with plan B, and live for me. When you find your mate, bring my finest framed picture to the wedding at least, so I can be present somehow. Promise me," she managed to say with her mouth. He could only whisper, “Glinda…I...” "Promise, Narfi. Promise me!" she wept.

She was the only woman for him, and she had been ready to go to any lengths to secure a future with the Alpha. Without the knowledge of her parents, she had sought out a sorcerer, by herself. She had stumbled upon this route years ago and she had walked this path that took her all the way to the sorcerer’s cavern. There she had met Glinda, mother of the Vile Sasha. A shudder wrecked through Eleanor as she recalled it. Eleanor had extended her palm to the sorcerer’s, pushing for her to speak. “Tell me. Is he my mate? He is, isn’t he?”

This time, however, Elinor guessed, her mother would take one day or more before her return. “Ah yes, but I’d only be gone for a day. You know, Tatiana called for me. She’s going out of town, I mean, we’re going out of town. She wants me to go with her. Who am I to refuse such an offer?” Her mum explained, laughing softly. Elinor could tell the excitement in Glinda’s voice. Her mum and Tatiana would probably be looking at the newest collection of teacups since both of them are quite fond of it. In fact, Glinda had a huge drawer filled with teacup sets placed in their living room. Tatiana is their Luna. And it is known to Elinor that the woman was indeed a good friend of Glinda. Elinor rememb

My father asked a beta and she nodded at my father direction. "Mr. Greyson and Ms. Greyson such an pleasure to meet you again." Amelia Millar and his son, the alpha of Nebula tribe walked towards us, there hands were jointed with each other. Mrs. Millar smiled and acted like I didn't pushed her out of my home the last time I met her and her smile reached her both eyes. My eyes drifted to his son, Eric Millar the fake alpha who sat on his brother's position he was wearing a formal attire black tuxedo. After a while of talking.

"It's supposed to be like this." Glinda. My eyes flew open. The three of them were circling me, their hands clasped, still humming. But this… this wasn't how it was supposed to be. "Glinda," I whispered, my voice hoarse, "this... this isn't right. This wasn't part of the spell.”

"Elias meet your daughter. Glinda." Elias gulped and took small steps towards the baby when he got to her he observed the sleeping child and crouched down gathering her in his arms and picking up the little bundle wrapped in a pink blanket. He moved the blanket back to get a better look at her face and he smiled when her eyes fluttered open. Her hair was black like storms and her eyes were silver. She had pale pink lips and rosy cheeks. "She's beautiful," Elias said staring at the baby in his arms. "And you insane to think I'm naming my daughter Glacinda."