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Queen Adrianne said and extended her hand in front of me. I thought for a while, if I hand over her my grandmother books there was still no assurance that she will let me walk out of here alive to add on that how can I leave king Sargon her to die in their hand. “What are you thinking bitch, hand over me your books” Queen Adriane said “Okay.. I am giving you my books, but please dot kill me..” I said in pleading tone and slid my hand inside my cloth bag, in process I glanced at King Sargon and looked more hurt on my words however what I pulled out was not my book by cinnabar stone and slammed it on sorcerers extended palm.

she replied softly her eyes downcast. "Celeste?" Azian echoed, "Legions mate." At this, all of them held their breaths, "there is a story of a king who promised more than he could give, who sparked a hatred so deep, it turned a soul rotten to the core," Erania shook her head, her lava hair sticking down her intricate back where all sort of markings were spread, "there is a magic that began at the beginning of time, Magic so dark even gods have no say,"

Eugenia confessed, having told of another hand’s involvement. “I don’t need you looking out for me, Hercules already made that clear and I seconded the suggestion.” Audrey said. “I’ll just have the high mage link us again, he was just about to tell me something very important. I’m thinking it connotes to my being an orphan.” she added having revealed her true reason behind hampering on listening to whatever the high mage had to tell. Her visage scanned the environ seeing as he was no longer where he was when their mind converse took their consciousness to its hold.

Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian

I found myself watching more than speaking as everyone interacted with one another. "So, Alora. Did you have a chance to read any of the books I had sent to your room?" King Erik addressed me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I blinked a few times before registering what he said. I shook my head. "No, not yet, unfortunately." "I had a chance to read a couple of books last night, but there wasn't much to go on from what I read. Most of them were myths or folklore." Damon said, taking over the conversation, which I was thankful for.

With trembling hands, Seraphina unrolled the first scroll, her eyes widening as she beheld the handwritten accounts of the Werewolf Heir and the Vampire Heart, their words resonating with a passion and intensity that transcended time itself. "Their love was a beacon of hope in a world consumed by darkness," Adrian murmured, his voice tinged with emotion as he read aloud the heartfelt confessions and poignant reflections penned by their legendary ancestors. "Despite the insurmountable odds stacked against them, they chose to embrace their shared destiny, challenging the prejudices and expectations that sought to keep them apart."

These were my dreams, they might be useful to you and I'm sorry for betraying us was written on the second page and on the third page of the book, The Sargon's of 1104 (before the war) was written on it m stands for married Cyril Sargon m Soroya Adelio = Adrian Sargon, Baron Sargon, Shiza Sargon Adrian Sargon m Alyssa Leroy = Sabriana Sargon, Aricia Sargon, Farsiris Sargon, Saina Sargon, Tiana Sargon, Avantica Sargon, Zara Sargon, Damyanti Sargon, Irene Sargon "I guess this is where I comes in" I murmured to myself when I saw Irene Sargon

Soon the auditorium was surrounded by several dragon serpents. "This is a coup. Eragon my student never intended to play fair in the monarch battle" A clan civil war began with each side shooting various colors of fire and magic elements gliding in the air. Parts of the city engulfed in flames. Allan stood looking at Argon's screams as the unquenchable infinite flames burn his body. The dragon queen cries as she tried everything to put off the flame. Agro's Began descends looking at the dragon queen; black flames began to gather in his mouth. Allan stood watching the horrors and Allan hears a voice in his head. "Can you hear me, ERAGON, ERAGON

The Eleven Sovereigns were no longer pillars or avatras; they were Free, their laughter sounding like the first morning of the world. Eryx stood beside me, his Lament-Steel armor settling into a beautiful, jagged violet-black that pulsed with the steady beat of a wolf who had finally found his home. He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of ancient pine, iron, and the Weight of One-Hundred Victories. "We’ve hit the century, Darlene," Eryx whispered, his crimson eyes filled with a terrifying, absolute love. "No," I said, looking toward the horizon, where the folded sky was opening into a massive, spiraling Nexus of Five-Hundred Gates.

He steps back and transforms into his human form, his eyes looking especially haunting the bright moonlight, the blood running down his chin glistening. “He isn’t dead yet,” he says hoarsely. “You can take him now and shove him back in his crypt and hope for his regeneration. But you have to give me the girl.” Eric’s laughter booms through the woods, less manic and more beautiful than I would have imagined. It sounds like a gentle song floating in the breeze. “Eagon will survive like that for an eternity. Simply tearing us apart and leaving us bleeding out the blood we have consumed won’t kill us. Surely you are smart enough to know that.”