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"This first one is for the Gathering Realm. It will expand your Apertures and your Ion Sea to handle up to the Realization level. The second will push your Apertures again and your Ion Sea to the Reformation level. As for the Third.. well it should, in theory, push you to the Transcendence level of energy reserves." "Gulp! I will not die right?" Felicity was not expecting Ren to be that far ahead of others. She was a little scared now. "The Third manual is?" "No. I will make sure of it." Ren said. "The Third manual compliments one of.. supplemental ones. It is the Lava Tiger." Ren thought hard about it and let go of the hesitation the last time he taught the manual to anyone. The last was hi

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

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Kiara was not joking when she said there was going to be stalls. I pictured a few normal market stuffs but this place literally looks like some high-end supermarket with everything you could ever think of was being sold here, from rare clothes, shoes and even the unthinkable like mythical creatures that can be kept as pets or adopted as companions. I could see baby dragons, fairies etc my head was spinning now. It took me a while before I noticed something. My pack members stood a few metres away watching on eagerly and I could practically smell the anticipation and curiosity rolling off of them in waves.

Kent expressed his question without words. “Something’s saying here about a lake of fire that can only hurt the wicked,” Mazoi told Kent. “Hmm… that’s interesting,” Eric nodded and glanced at his close friend. Kent just smiled and nodded. Mazoi gave him an idea that he would actually do in the future. The Medjay read on and mumbled. “Serpent monster… mummified gods… jackal gods… snake within a shrine… masters of pits… I love this book now. You will become creative with your magic powers if you just know how to read.” Then he looked back and forth at Kent and Eric.

God’s golden light blasted outward, colliding with shadow and fire. The balcony cracked beneath Lily’s feet. She stumbled, gripping Luca tightly. The entity recoiled, but then it turned its attention fully to them. “I see,” it said, its voice now calm, almost playful. “You awaken the anomaly. Very well.” The sky above them split wider. A rift opened behind the entity, darker than shadow, glowing with deep red veins of unknown energy. From the rift, movement stirred. Something else was coming. Something older. Something worse. Lily’s breath caught.

Laughter broke the silence when a jeer came from somewhere in the crowd that if she truly was one of them, she had to have been the runt of the litter. Rather than be insulted, Freya joined them in laughter. When things calmed down once more, she filled her lungs with air. “My name is Freya Toba,” she announced with a clear voice. “I stopped keeping track of my age when I reached five-hundred years. I am one of the few remaining original werewolves who were cast into this dimension by King Landon.” “Who is King Landon?” someone shouted.

I made a mental note to ask her about it when we were alone. For the next few hours we were joined by more and more fae as the call for meeting spread. It was as if characters from my story books stepped from the pages and came to life to join against the New World Order. I was in such awe at the variety of characters gathering around the fire pit Jason had his men activated for the meeting that I was able to do little more than utter a few ‘wows’ and ‘oh my’ between gasps of surprise and delight. I can only imagine how my childish, ignorance was interpreted by these creatures. “You are the new queen of Vampire Land, are you not?” whispered a pert little three-inch fairy named Belle, as sh