Essos Novelas e Histórias

⸻ The tension finally snapped when Odessa arrived one night with a single name on her lips. “Cassian Duval.” Rio stiffened. “Who?” “Her sire,” Odessa said coolly. “Elder. Rich. Sadistic. He’s looking for his little lost lamb.” Junie paled. “That’s who—?” Odessa nodded. “He doesn’t like losing what’s his. Especially not to a nobody like you.” Rio stepped in front of Junie. “Then he’ll be disappointed.” “You really think you can take him on?” Odessa asked, amused. “You’re still cutting your teeth, sugar.”

Can you have it completed by tomorrow morning? She typed back: *Tonight.* Three seconds. *Dr. Osei has agreed to verify,* Amara sent. *One more thing.* Nora held the phone. *The first family responding to the consultation has sent a second message,* Amara wrote. *They asked if the anchor would be present at the first session.* Nora held the phone. She looked at Caspian. He held the corridor. "Yes," she typed. Amara's response came immediately. *They also asked if the heir of the Vael bloodline would attend.*

"Aquamet Ignam. Per Teram at Erem Peripheco at Consecratet. Revoke at Revivae with Spiritus. Vineat at Corpus. Resurgent at Quod Perditum Est Restitutor. Elody Moonborn!" Odessa screamed, and there was a loud crash.

Right? He shook my hand and a deep voice came out of his mouth. He might be intimidating, but he also looked like a damn model. Were all werewolves extra beautiful? I felt like a fucking midget next to him. I really hoped April couldn’t read my mind. I called her Alpha fucking beautiful. “Hi Cyrus, I am Osiris. I wanted to make sure you won’t share what you see here today. We’re making an exception for you. For April’s sake.”

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

One of my employees. Taurus….. What a bitch! You can’t speak!? I don’t know what I ever seen in you! Capris thoughts…. How arrogant of this community d***. He must not look in the mirror too often. He’s completely let himself go. Better yet he must have a bag over that crater face b****** head when he’s f****** her. I have always been that and then some. Little does he know his friends have been trying to get at me and tells me all his business. Hahahahahaha someone has been boosting him up. How pathetic?

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

I have to call someone. 'Mind link, Elsei. You were just with the Beta.' Vesper is on edge, pushing to the surface in case I must shift. My eyes glaze over as I push on the link, aiming to find Beta Ander. We had just been in contact, so it should not be too hard. "Beta Ander. It is called Omega Elesi. There is a body at the waterfall." I know it reacted to him, but he isn't responding.

Ashrac Looking down at the small white business card in my hand, I can't help wondering what I'm doing here. I've sunk so low even my best chess strategy won't save me. I glance up at "ODA" etched in white block letters on the glass door in front of me. Otherworld Dating Agency. Shrugging, I decide to go for broke. What the hell do I have to lose at this point? I open the door and shove it forward a little harder than I meant to. It slams against the far wall with a thud. A woman behind a large oak desk looks up and scowls. I grimace inside my head because I'm accustomed to that exact look from my mother when she's unhappy about something I've done. This won't go well.

Kayla wipes the tears from her face as she sees me entering the apothecary. Her dark skin tone shimmers against the many coloured liquids bubbling throughout the apothecary in the beakers, flasks, pipettes, and test tubes. Her long, dense wavy hair sits in a large braid with thick gold chains. Kayla’s obsidian eyes flicker with sadness as she holds her arms out and approaches to embrace me. ‘Lylah,’ she sobs. ‘I’m so sorry,’