Ezekiel Ch 4 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ezra's family let Ezra go to the capital as well after learning that Ezekiel had been polluted by Sorcery, so they felt Ezra, their family's scapegoat, was better of with him. After he found all that, he then found it increasingly difficult to refuse small and strange requests from Ezra. Time passed quickly that morning. And after lunch, when the church was deserted, Ezekiel stepped there. He thought he would see Ezra filling the front of the church with cigarette smoke. But instead, she found an empty church room. Ezekiel stepped inside. Was Ezra late? It's not like her. He stepped closer to the altar, looking straight at the statue of God Andrius that stood in the middle. The God of Dragon

Zekiel was overcome with shock in those moments. Zekiel FEELS the gradual return of his consciousness. The lids of his eyes were heavy but he tried to open his eyes. His first glance was vague. He closed his eyes again and opened his eyes. What he saw was white, like the place where he lived. Am I in Celes again?

Ezekiel's POV: "Fuck" I yell gripping onto my chest while breathing heavily. 'Damn it, it hurts' I thought to myself gripping my chest tighter in hopes to control the pain. "Somethings wrong" I whisper looking over at Lucian's empty bed before turning towards the door. Getting out of my bed my feet hit the ground and I begin to head towards the door, pain in every step I take. A burning sensation runs through my body causing me to fall to ground my knees slamming down roughly.

Chapter 43 Ezekiel purposely turned from the door, ignored the stairs that lead not only to his , but also to the Mortals bed room. He choose instead to walk to his far right and then he walked under the stair case and headed to the kitchen. To his dual dismay and surprise he ran into his mother.

*First off thank all of you so much for your time and support and your reads! Please tell me any thoughts you have so far about Brandon and Ezekiel. I would love to hear from you guys. Now lets end this!* Chapter 48 Ezekiel turned around from the wall that he had nearly walked into and began to walk in the opposite direction. He soon came to the other wall in his room and turning he began the whole thing all over again. Pacing.

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

***Ezekiel’s POV*** I sat in my office looking down at the paperwork in front of me. The same paper had been in front of me for the last half hour but I couldn’t bring myself to comprehend what I was reading. My mind wandered more and more lately. In my dreams, I found myself back at the High Council, roaming the corridors of castle. It was a never ending maze and at every turn I could smell him; fresh baked bread and basil.

Am I supposed to read something in between? But how can I when I don't even have any idea of what's there to read? "What should I do?" I asked in a low voice. Ezekiel straightened his back as he let go of my hand. He averted his eyes in front of us. "Normally, it's best to hide you at times like this." A small yet dangerous smirk appeared on the side of his lips. "But who does that kind of stupidity?" He averted his eyes on me again. "Baby, there's no Queen who hides. And I would never make you that kind of Queen." Ezekiel lifted his hand to caress my cheek. "We have a hell to conquer, and that's how we'll work."

The old man seemed genuinely surprised. "I've wanted nothing." His eyes drifted back toward me. "The city accepted her." My shoulder warmed instantly. The mark. Not burning. Listening. Matthew noticed. His hold on me was tight. “You talk as if the place is alive.” “It is.” The reply was so effortless that neither of us knew how to react. Ezekiel had wandered towards the nearest shelf behind us. His hands traced rows of neatly arranged stone tablets. "There are hundreds..." He carefully removed one. Then another. His breathing slowed.

Ezekiel had his knees on the ground like he was a helpless man who had lost everything. Blood continued to drip out of his mouth as his expression had gradually become paler and paler. If anyone would look at him, one might wonder that he suffered an incurable disease unheard of in the entire world.