First Chronicles Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

Creatures that wanted nothing but war and ruin. I approach the door and place a hand on one of the handles and open it gently, trying not to make a sound. I spend my effort in vain as the hinges creak and the echo reverberates off the walls, making everyone within the corridor know that someone is opening the council door and those within the council room, aware that someone is shamefully late. I step into the room, heat stirring the blood in the sides of my face, and turn to close the door. I take some time to compose myself before committing my face to the council, which at present comprises my older half-brother, Valark, the Army Commander, Gunther, and the King, our Alpha.

her voice commands me once more. I close my eyes, concentrating on my own thoughts. It’s filled with darkness and despair, blood-curdling screams renting the air. Years ago, Alpha Clinmim had infiltrated my pack and slaughtered everyone including the King and the Luna, taking me captive. I’d spent day and night in a dark room, my wrist and legs bound in chains, the air stuffy from dust and motes, making me give a dry rasp. I’d been starved, surviving only on the leftovers from the servants. I can remember the searing pain from the rods red-hot from the furnace and my eyelid flickers briefly.

Chapter 4: A Revelation Unveiled As Victoria reluctantly opened her eyes, she was greeted by a horrific sight. Blood surrounded her, staining her bed and the room. Panic surged through her as she desperately searched for her child, but the baby was nowhere to be found. Confusion swirled in her mind as she realized she was back in the delivery room, the presence of the Alpha King looming over her. The stone walls were damaged, allowing the icy wind to mercilessly rush in, carrying with it flakes of cold that were reminiscent of a frozen tempest. Her heart raced as she called out for her daughter.

I say quietly to Selene later that night. She looks at me. “Meaning?” “Meaning the Axis will outgrow singular stewardship,” I answer. “Whether we want it to or not.” Rowan stiffens. “You’re saying she won’t always be the center.” “I am saying she may become the first reference,” I clarify. Selene absorbs that without flinching. “Then Book Four,” she says slowly, “is about expansion.” “And Book Five,” Rowan adds grimly, “is about survival.”

Staying like this until I stand and look out over the horizon, past the forest to the vast open land below. I lift my head and rear back - I call Ruda forward and we let out our loudest howl. The Roar of an Alpha, the call of a warrior, the command of a king. The power of my wolf. This is what they will feel when they hear my call. The howl of The Forsaken Prince. For I am Hunji: The Legend. ***THE END*** ***REMEMBER I ALWAYS POST AN ADDITIONAL CHAPTER AND BONUS CHAPTER FOR THE NEXT BOOK***

, he said out loud. Rinzen whined already feeling that tug; *Ugh… here we go again* xXxXx (End of Chapter 4)

I knew the tragedy that was about to occur. The moment her foot lifted, The Shadows pounced, their dark tendrils snapping around her small figure like a vice. They writhed and seethed around her, their malevolent presence suffocating. I felt an explosive pain in my chest, as if my heart was being ripped from my ribcage. My hands flew to my sternum, clawing desperately at my chest as if that needless action would calm the immense agony that flowed through me.

⟅━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━⟆ Next Chapter Unlocks: 8 — Várgr Enemies breach the vault. Blood answers silence.

The man whose powerful thrusts had shattered my world, whose body moved like a god in those threesomes… That was Dorian. The attraction that had pulled me from my life with Mia was him. Not Damian. That must explain why all my seduction plans on Damian foiled until we began the live sex chat. “All this time,” I murmured, locking eyes with Dorian. “It was you.” Dorian’s wolfish grin widened. “Guilty. Want a live display? Perhaps a chance to relive those scenes up and personal?” “Yes,” I panted with raw need in my voice. “Please.” 1281

"The ones I brought from across the sea. And I found something. A fourth verse. Hidden in the margins, written in an ancient dialect I nearly missed." "Another verse?" Ronan's jaw tightened. "How many parts does this damned prophecy have?" "Four, it seems." Theron spread out a carefully preserved parchment. "The first three we knew: the Moon Blessed rises, the kingdoms find brief peace, the Shadow Heir tests the union. But this fourth verse... it speaks of what comes after." "After the test?" I asked.