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We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Winter I jog along the path, which twists and turns its way through the trees. Just when I think I'm done crying, another tear slides down my face. I hastily brush each one away. What happened to Lucy is so unfair. She seemed like such a nice person. Did she do something to deserve what happened to her? How could anyone deserve having their soul consumed by one of those wisps? The questions about Lucy lead to bigger questions. Is this the place that everyone comes to when we die? Are we trapped here forever?

It meant that from the moment Dante entered the hall to the moment he left, the only people he looked at were the four of us. I said blankly, “It really does look like one of us is the Godfather’s true love.” “There’s no way to tell who he was looking at,” Blair said with a sigh. “But that smile was way too obvious.” The four of us exchanged silent looks, fear filling our eyes. If we didn’t all retain memories of our brutal deaths from past lives, none of this would even be explainable. “If it really is one of us,” Chloe whispered, trembling, tears pooling in her eyes, “then why… why did he kill every single one of us?”

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

Never write it down. The answer came without trying. 4-12-7. Varek. 9-2-1. Is hiding. 14-8-3. What you are. Couldn't breathe. The last line. Come to the Neon Wards tonight. Staring at the dead man bleeding into the stone. Not Syris. Syris didn't know my father's knots. Nobody knew my father's knots except people from before. People from the life buried in Sector Four ten years ago. People who should not have existed anymore.

"Have you ever read a novel? What about the one where the protagonist reincarnates and suddenly becomes the world's number one? That person maybe you." I gave a genuine smile. After hearing that, Fabian became even more enraged. He shuddered all over till he yelled in agony, unable to stand it any longer. He jumped up and charged towards me with all of his remaining energy, but before he could even reach me, he spat blood and collapsed to the floor. Fabian had died. ‘That is why you shouldn’t use drugs.’ [You've defeated a Lycan] Strange aura strands rushed out from Fabian's body and into my body.

“We have vastly underestimated our opponent. Leave with me or die here tonight.” “I don’t understand,” I say stubbornly. A fog seems to have settled in my brain; the whole situation has taken on the cast of dream, of nonreality. “Dead,” he says loudly, startling me into the moment. “As in not breathing. Ever. Again.” His words are a punch in the jaw; I’m reeling from the impact. Four other men, all trained paramilitary professionals like Gray, dead. I look back at the boat, where everything is still dark, where there is no movement or sound. It’s a ghost ship. Panic starts to undermine my sanity.

My brain stopped processing hours ago. My heart, although already dead, had not taken all of my emotions with it. The world is cruel. This is a cruel joke. It's an unfair, cold-hearted joke. My Fredrick. He is the devil, the King of the Walking Dead, and they want me to kill him. I kept repeating this for 48 hours. I was stuck in an attic in an abandoned house, held captive by people God intended for me to never meet.

The chaotic sister. The ancient creator. All gone. Only guilt remained. Nova suddenly understood. The Four hadn't simply discovered the Graveyard. They had stayed there. For ages. With the dead universes. Keeping them company. Listening to their memories. Sharing their loneliness. And somehow, making a promise. A promise they couldn't keep. The shadow waited. The universe waited. Reality itself waited. Then Lyra finally opened her eyes. And whispered: "I know." The darkness stirred. The stars vanished completely for a moment.

"He thought he could teach a bird to rule the sky. But birds were meant for the cage." I tried to turn, to drive my carbon steel blade into his ribs, but my muscles were completely paralysed. The chemical darkness was already dragging me under. "Welcome to Phase Four," the dead man whispered, his grip tightening possessively around my waist. "The hunt is officially open." Everything went pitch – black.