Novel & Cerita Esprithean Trilogy

Chantria When I got out of the car, I faced Iwatani. He frowned again while looking at me. I guess I need to get used to it because this one looks normal. I couldn't help but remember Joaquin from him. The difference is that he is mestizo and this one is brown. "We haven't formally met," I said to Iwatani before extending my hand. "I'm Seanne. And you are?" He looked at me very coldly. It's as if his every gaze penetrates. This one is not serious as dad said. He is grumpy.

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

If one should falter, one should fall, The Soulclaw shatters, burns them all. Three trials test the woven thread: Of Depth, of Silence, and of Red. Pass Depth with trust, let breath be shared; Keep Silence, hold when wrath is bared; Give Red an oath, not taken life; Choose open hand o’er easy knife. The counter-verse, the holder’s shield: Five gifts to ground what power yields Salt for truth, and ash for wrong, Wind for change, and bone for bond; A name once kept, at last set free Thus caged fire learns to breathe.”

I do understand Zion, Pelird, and Cassiopeia being interested in Valeria's love life since they are her friends but why is Henry also here? Eschia sighed. It seems that she doesn't have any choice. She ordered the princes to choose a place where they could talk freely. She also requested to prepare some food because she suddenly felt hungry. "Now, tell me who is Prince Trey" Pelird commanded Eschia sighed. After a year, this will be the first time that she will talk about Trey again. "Trey is a prince from a faraway kingdom, it so far that it would take months for you to reach it. We first met at a bakeshop when we both argued who will buy the last slice of their strawberry cheesecake"

"How do you know about that?" "I had found traces of mandrake," I explained, my mind racing. "At the scene of my sister’s death... and you know it was also there near Betty." Lucas ran a hand through his hair, his frown deepening. “Isla, nightspire bloom, and mandrake together is a deadly combination. They can cause powerful hallucinations, distort reality... and in high concentrations, they can be used to completely control someone’s mind. That kind of knowledge isn’t just out there—it’s only known to a select few in the West Fall Pack.”

This is it. Stepping further inside, my fingers traced the spines of books as I scanned the titles, searching for anything related to priestesses. After a few minutes, I found a section labeled Sacred Lineages and pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I was just about to settle into one of the chairs when the door creaked open. I turned, expecting maybe Brandon or Alpha Rhett—because, apparently, he had a habit of appearing whenever I least expected it—but instead, it was Ares.

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

My mouth tastes metallic and dry, like that time Caelum put ground ironroot in my tea. Though I doubt a dead Fae prince drugged me again. My head throbs, but through the pain memories come spilling back. My walk to work, the woman and her baby, Dane.

Where there once had been longing and surrender, there was now hate and resistance. “No…it’s…it’s not…true,” I rasped through my ragged breathing. I clawed at the air, to rip myself from the torment. “What a pity,” Espen croaked, “The one you hold so dear finds you so disgusting.” I heard Eldric’s faint voice but it felt so distant and before I could focus on him, Espen warped the memories again.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon