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But speaking of which, she asked, "How in the world is he able to carry the wings then if they weigh as much as you said?" "His real power, of course." He pointed up for her to watch. Megan looked just then and saw that after a while of the drone assault, Adolf's wings had begun to glow very bright as the rainbow waves weren't just at the edges now but running erratic throughout the surfaces; and then, he released them.

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

s to those who haven't read the first book ( forever yours only ) it is available for free on another app. The second book in the BLACK series ( The Alpha's Phoenix mate) is available on this app. His Scarlet Queen luna is the third book and this one is the fourth and final book. If you want another sequel in team BLACK please do leave a comment Lots of love Faiyth :)

Kyren’s wings wrapped around me like a shield. The Tear Drop cracked with light shattering across the chamber, and the final verse of the seal carved itself through me. “Four will hold the fourth, born queen. Four will bleed to keep her seen. But one unseen will break the chain And crown her with the final pain.” Pain tore through my chest. The boys closed around me in a rush of arms, wings, claws, and magic still holding me together when the seal tried to tear me apart. And then— Silence.

The Queen’s hand pressed more firmly against her chest, and the fire inside Adelaide answered instantly, flaring, rising, threading through her with renewed intensity that stole the breath from her lungs, not wild, but inevitable. The pressure was immediate. Not from the touch alone, but from something far greater, something that pressed in from every direction, the air thickening, the space itself straining to contain what now built within her, as if her body was no longer meant to fit within mortal confines. Her spine arched beneath the weight, her breath caught as the force surged upward through her chest and along her back in a sudden, violent ascent. And her wings tore free.

I stared after him, heart thudding. Spitfire let out a soft, unimpressed chirp from her carrier. “Yeah, I know,” I muttered, leaning back into the pillows. “Don’t get attached.” But maybe… maybe it wasn’t the worst thing if I did.

Chapter 7 - The Price of Defiance ALPHA HARLAN After toying with her for what felt like forever, we finally let the little omega scamper off like the pathetic slut she was. She bolted out the door so fast, it was almost funny—her tears probably still streaming down that plain face of hers. I could picture her sobbing in some dark corner, cursing her worthless life. “Do you want to explain why you were alone with a lowlife slave like that?” Theo asked, leaning against the wall with that smug look he always wore.

Her tone totally flat. Pushing himself forward_he leaned towards the edge of his desk, just close enough to perceive her alluring body spray which only cause Aria to fall back on her chair in total disgust or was it fright? Being overly satisfied with her reaction. Frank began to explain in a rather low tone. "So here is the thing._there is going to be a book launch this weekend and I have been invited along side my mom but it's unfortunate that she won't be able to make it so am going to have to take someone in her place"

The fire roared higher, shifting from orange to crimson. “From her ashes,” Ash whispered, voice trembling, “I rise. From her blood, I rule. From her silence ” She smiled, slow and cruel. “ I speak.” The flames answered, twisting into the shape of wings. Every screen across the world turned white-hot with her image. And from a darkened mountainside far away, a lone figure watched the broadcast Bianca, face half-lit by the glow, rain in her hair, eyes unreadable. She whispered just two words into the comm:

Overlapping timestamps. It was past midnight, but he wasn’t tired. He leaned back, rubbed his face, then stared at the ceiling. “There’s something here,” he muttered. “I know it.” He looked down at her name again. Helena Lynch. “I know you didn’t lie the first time,” he whispered. “They just made you say you did.” And that meant he wasn’t letting it go. … The trees outside swayed gently in the wind. A few wilted daffodils dotted the garden, and a birdbath sat unused—no birds in weeks. The curtains danced slightly with the cool breeze.