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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,"

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

God sent an angel or what? I give him a suspicious look. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly. I don’t even know him. How can he be so nice? It’s fishy nowadays. Erden shakes his head. “Certain.” I look around and breathe heavily. I don’t have any choice anyway. “Alright.” I breathe defeatedly. “See you later.” Eren waves a little at our car before we walk down the hill a little to reach that of Erden’s. He got an amazing black Porsche.

She was very wrong. “What do you mean by that! Y- You crazy girl! You’ve basically made a pact with devil! I told you not to speak to that man!” Her pale face was ashen, her hands clutched her head at her approaching migraine, but most of all, she prominently glared at Alexis. Then as if losing all hope her hands fell dramatically to her side, “The Kaedmen Empire has no hope…” she muttered with desolate eyes that stared up at the ceiling, searching for some kind of light. Hector was also exactly the same, except a much more milder version. He pinched the bridge of his nose with an annoyed expression as he summoned mountains of book. Some related to Vampires and others that might just help th

You stood firm, Seris said, her tone proud. Good, Veylara purred. Let him rage. Hours later, Eren slipped back in, her eyes wide. She was clutching a large, leather-bound book to her chest. "I found it!" she whispered. "In a dusty trunk in the oldest attic. No one has touched it for years." She handed it to me. The cover was embossed with a faded dragon. I opened it carefully. The pages were brittle, the ink faded. I started to read, my fingers tracing the words.

“Just because you can move around like a gnat on crack doesn’t mean you should.” I get stuck in with the ancient text while my bride goes on the hunt for more books. She returns much sooner than I anticipated, carrying a twentieth century encyclopedia. “Look,” she says and opens the book in front of me. “This is Baron.” I glance at the photograph of the broken bronze face. “That’s Sargon of Akkad,” I say. “No. It’s Baron.”

Serena’s hand skimmed across the shelves, searching—until her fingers stopped on a book with a blood-red spine. The crest on it mirrored the sigil carved into her mother’s ring. “This is it,” she whispered. Elias leaned in, brow furrowed. “That’s a royal mark. From the Valecourt line. That book hasn’t been touched in generations.” Serena hesitated only a moment before pulling it free. As the book opened in her hands, magic burst forth—wild, golden light twisting like flames, pages flipping in a flurry until they stopped on a single name: Serena Valecourt.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

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.

He looked meaningfully at Dorin. “Dorin, are you just gonna watch as they gang up against me?!” Eirian asked her friend. “You deserve it, woman,” said Johan. “You should be glad we’re just giving you a talk to!” Eirian faced Johan once again, looking pissed, and seemed to notice Dagon for the first time as he chewed on a chocolate bar. “Oh, I see it now...” her eyes narrowed. “It’s the dragon child.” Johan quickly held Dagon away.