Novel & Cerita Fiona Finds

The cracking stopped suddenly. “It worked” Iza breathed, excitedly. “Better than I could have ever imagined. It looks like you are exactly the thing we needed.” He smiled at me, disgustingly. Fiona got to her feet, standing on two hind legs at least 9 feet tall, her hairless, leathery body hunched over. Her eyes glowed like lanterns in the dim light. “Fiona” I shouted at her, hoping she was still in there somewhere. Her glowing eyes snapped to me, and she lunged, claws and teeth extended. She hit the end of her chains and was snapped back, still snarling.

Xira whispered after a while, pulling out a small brass telescope from the sack bag that slung across her shoulder. She lifted it to her eyes, scanning the area with it for a while before going on to say, “I see her.” “What? Really?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat. She nodded with the object still placed in her eye. “Give me that.” I snatched it without thinking, bringing it to my eyes as well. With it, I caught sight of Fiona standing in the open yard with Kael; they seemed to be having a peaceful dialogue. A flood of relief washed through me on seeing that she wasn’t bound in chains or lying in the pool of her blood like I expected.

After returning to the room a d closing the door, Fiona say down on the sofa and asked eagerly, "Have you looked into it? Tell me quickly " As the butler approached Fiona, he nodded and said in a low voice, "Madam, we've looked into both" "Have you found both of them?" Fiona was pleasantly pleased but in tbe next seconds, her eyes were filled with incomparable pain and indignation. She asked coldly, "what is the name of that bitch Armstrong is seeing? Where does she stays? What does she do?"

She could not still be thinking of others when something had happened. "Then please contact me if you need anything." "Okay." After Sophia left, Fia changed into more practical clothes and headed out, driving around Gryphon in search of her two children. Tiger, Sophia, and Silas, along with others, were also searching tirelessly, conducting a thorough and extensive search.

I nearly laughed at the Pepto Bismol-pink mini dress that looked more suitable for a cutesy ballerina than a future Luna. As Audrey hurried back into the fitting room with another gown in her arms and a beet-red face, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Shifting the shirts and loafers I was holding into my other arm, I slipped it out and opened my messages. “Finally got cell service! Found a trail,” a text from Peter read. “I think Fiona has a safehouse somewhere up north in Coldclaw territory. No roads, so I’ll have to go on foot. But it’s a good lead.”

Smugness. "No," Fiona whispered. "She’s hiding something. And I’m going to find out what it is." She stood up and walked to her wardrobe, pulling out a small notebook and pen. She started scribbling names, dates, and incidents, every strange thing that had happened since Lyla reappeared. Something in her gut told her this was just the beginning and there was more to come. That night, Aria lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling while Damian sat quietly at the edge of the bed, watching her.

The Elders never approved of her, and she was more concerned about the dead Susanna than the wellbeing of the Pack. And then she lost her mind, over Susannah. I had thrown a diamond and settled for absolute trash. Fiona was backing up now; her feet sinking one after the other into the clothes. She stopped when her back hit the wall, and then ever so slowly, she raised both her hands and started feeling all around the wall, looking like a wall gecko. Finally she found the dagger, and without turning her head, her hand curled around the hilt of the dagger, forming a fast around the hilt.

I have been forcing myself to stay away. Still, I don’t think I can do it any longer. The fact that I can’t get through to her is killing me inside. Just when I decide I should make a move, I get a mind link from Antonia. I can feel her panic cloud my mind. She’s almost on the verge of hyper-ventilation. I get up in alarm, fearing it has something to do with my wife. Dread pools in my stomach as she speaks. “Micah. M-micah, it’s Fiona. I can’t find her anywhere. I can’t reach her at all. She is nowhere to be found. It’s like she’s disappeared. Oh God, Micah, I don’t know what to do.”

“No.” “You didn’t find her?” A glimmer of delight flashed across Fiona’s eyes. However, a split second later, she regained her composure and put on an expression of regret. “That’s too bad. I thought that you’d be able to find Luna and make things right for Nigel and Nellie…

“They’re the source.” I frowned. “The source of what?” Fiona stepped forward now, slow and deliberate. “Of us. Of all of us.” She knelt, brushing her fingers across the wet earth with a reverence that bordered on sacred, as if the soil cradled not just roots and bones, but secrets too ancient for the wind to carry. Her touch was gentle, almost yearning, like she was greeting a forgotten god who once ruled the stars and now slumbered beneath the crust of a dying world.