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He said. I just laughed. “Oh man, that was an epic battle. Necromancers and Risen everywhere. Haven, that crazy ass Forsaken bitch trying to get you to love her. Then Raziel calling the Shadows, restoring memories. That was a train wreck, and you’re right, at least I gave you a heads up!” I cackled. Raphael smiled at my comment, which was crazy to me because he hasn’t shown outward emotion in a very long long time. “Thanks, brother, for always having my back.” Raphael said. “Of course, man. Anytime. I will let you know when the time comes for shit to get real.” I said, then I stood to head out.

"Oh, sorry. " "I, being the God of time, had already beheld the end of the world, and trust me, it wasn't like anything mankind ever anticipated. So many infinite schemes of doomsday, it could never be stopped except by the Black Stone. The Black Stone is the most feared object in the whole of 'The Sky Pillars'; where we Gods abide because of the power which it posses, but I had the responsibility of wielding it, even if it was never going to be used. "

“Well they are for my new home. That much I could tell you. Uncle Hephaestus is coming soon” “Really?? It’s been a while since I last saw him” “Yes, me too. You will meet him though when he comes over to the pack.” “Um is your uncle the same Hephaestus am thinking? The god of dwellings, furnishing and weapons?” Matthews cut in “He’s the one Matt. If he’s coming then I know Chaos is about to do something drastic” Kiara replied in an excited tone “Luna you promised not to do anything drastic” Matthews said

And there was one cut near his eyebrow that looked like it hadn't even healed yet. My stomach twisted painfully. God, I'd done that. Or at least part of it. The memory of our last fight hit me like a sucker punch. Last Friday at the bonfire, both teams went at it again. This time, it was Craig who had slept with one of the Warriors' girlfriends. The guy confronted him, and it all went down from there. It was like a thing now, where the boys just slept with the other's girl or sister just to taunt them. The Warriors did it to us, and we did to them. It was like a sick game that, of course, usually ended in some kind of a fight.

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"Your mind dissected my world, TED-night. Now, dismantle Omega together." Sake burned alliance seal, mahogany lips curving triumph. "Earn the ring, stalker. I've pockets for trinkets—thrones for queens." His obsidian flared laugh-low, pull-close bodies aligning heat-promise. Dojo gore, jet silk, war table claim—layers binding, power shared not seized. Eiko watched with distant approval fox-sly; Lena texted glitch-victory. Tokyo shadows yielded first; Omega's turn bled next.

“It's not over yet, Dean. Not by a long shot.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed following the individual and group stories of the ‘Unseen Enemy’ characters. With this book, their stories officially conclude, since ‘Solid Gold’ is the final book in this series. Thank you so much for falling in love with these characters and for caring about their stories... I love them and am having a hard time saying goodbye to them once and for all so maybe (just maybe!) you'll catch little glimpses of them in some of my other books, every once in a while.

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

One in particular caught her eye. Legends of the End Times. She raised an eyebrow. Okay. A little on the nose. Still, curiosity won. She pulled it from the shelf. The book snapped open as if it had been waiting for her, pages rattling violently in a still, stagnant air. Far too violently. Most were gone. Torn out. The remaining edges were clean, deliberate — like someone had chosen exactly what to leave behind. Only one page remained. Scrawled across it in uneven handwriting that wasn’t printed:

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.