First Chronicles Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

Eасh іѕ рhоtоgrарhеd as I dеѕсrіbе again аnd again whаt hарреnеd. I’m tіrеd аnd thе tеаrѕ аrе dry on my face with makeup. Mу thrоаt hurtѕ whеrе hіѕ hands bruised mе, аnd ѕuddеnlу I dоn’t fееl ѕо tough at аll. Sоbbіng, I соvеr mу face. I don’t wаnt hеr tо ѕее mе сrу, but ѕhе just lауѕ a glоvеd hаnd оn my bасk аnd lets mе sob. [Next POV will be from 'Blake' in Chapter 4]

The Hunger roared in terror. And for the first time since the beginning of creation… The Witness smiled. 👁️ ⸻ Because the truth had finally begun to awaken. ⸻ End of Chapter 46 To Be Continued…

Stared at the ceiling and listened to the sound of my own heartbeat. Somewhere in this fortress, Lucien Black was waiting. And somewhere in my chest, something that felt terrifyingly like hope was beginning to bloom. End of Chapter Four.

She leaned down and Breathed into him. ​She gave him the "Future-Memory" of the Elder Nora. She gave him the sight of the empty 400th chapter. She gave him the "Friction" of a daughter who refused to let her father become a cliché. ​Kael’s "Void-King" armor began to fracture. The black ink started to boil, turning back into the clear, living water of the Core. ​"The... 401st... chapter..." Kael wheezed, his eyes flickering back to green. "It... hasn't... been... written... yet!"

Chapter 41: The First Night The fire in the stone hearth crackled with a mocking warmth. It cast long and dancing shadows against the walls where the severed heads of beasts stared down at me with glass eyes. I sat in the heavy velvet armchair facing the door. My knuckles were white where I gripped the iron fire poker.

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The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

I hold back a growl as I look through the open front door seeing the four males heading up the stairs. I quickly make my way through the front door to the first male and grab his head twisting hard to the side snapping his neck, letting his lifeless body fall to the floor. As the other three males look back, I quickly move to the next guy on the stairs before they have a chance to understand what's happening and shove sharp claws into his chest ripping out his heart, letting his limp body fall to the floor. The next guy swings sharp claws at me that I duck under and quickly slice deep into his stomach with sharp claws, before flipping him over the side railing of the stairs.

“It’s like the temple itself is watching us.” Bram rolled his shoulders. “Then let it watch. We don’t have time to be scared of walls.” They walked in tense silence until the passage opened into another chamber, this one vast and lined with towering obelisks. At its center stood a pedestal, atop which lay a worn book bound in deep blue leather. The air around it shimmered, as if resisting their presence. Elior approached cautiously. “The First King’s records.” Rael furrowed his brow. “He knew about the chains. Maybe he knew what breaking them would do.”

This one's armor was decorated with silver vines. It knelt before Beauty. Then extended both hands. Resting across its palms... Was a weathered leather-bound book. Aldric's eyes widened. "The Royal Chronicle." "I thought it was lost." The guardian spoke. Its ancient voice echoed through the cavern. "The Queen must know the truth." Beauty carefully accepted the book. The leather was warm. Almost alive. When she opened the first page... Words began writing themselves across the parchment. Not ink. Silver light. The first sentence appeared.