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Maybe the answers lie within Jamari’s history, or rather her wolf’s past lives. My gaze moves to the book lying hidden under a stack of books on the corner of my desk. The book that I took from the hidden room at the old Church Ruins. The book with the history of Athena and all of her reincarnations. Without thought my hand reaches for the book, pulling it out from under the stack of forgotten books. My fingers move gently over the picture of a beautiful woman dressed in a white toga, golden armor covering her breast, torso, and hips like a second skin. Thigh high golden flat boots covers the woman’s bare legs, the tops moving outwards in the shape of wings.

Alpha of Gods Harmony Moon Series Book 3 A Steamy Werewolf / Dragon / Hybrid Romance Novel Ms. Sophia Chapter 1: Who is He? Ryder My pulse was racing, my breathing was rapid, but I could do this all day. Nothing is a challenge for me anymore. I ducked as a fist aiming for my face barely grazed the side of my head. That’s only because I am becoming bored with all of this, he wouldn’t have touched me otherwise.

“This shouldn't have happened. It was a huge mistake. What the fuck have I done?” Mason tried to touch my face, but I smacked his hand away, ran out of the toilets and back towards the bus. As I ran away from him, I heard him call out, “Freya please. You're my Fianna, I love you.” To Be Continued… This story continues in book two, Abandoned By An Alpha. Thank you for reading, and I hope you like the series so far xoxo

I started to dust myself off before leaving, but before I could blink, he had me pinned up against the wall again by my neck, he was fast. This time I was ready, however, and noticed I had enough room to gain momentum heading straight up out of reach. My wings came out as I planned, ripping through my hoodie with force, pushing me off the wall. I grabbed his wrist taking advantage of his shock at the confetti of feathers coming down. I twisted my grip on his wrist to the left taking his arm with me while I ducked under it and slammed him to face the wall. I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us.

She glanced at the myriads of books neatly and perfectly arranged on numerous ancient shelves and she could not help but wonder what all those books on the shelves were all about. She moved to a shelf and dropped the heavy load of books on the floor. Geez, her hands were already reddened all thanks to the Third prince. She began to place the books on the shelf even though she was not sure if she was putting them in their rightful places. She still could not stop thinking on why the Third prince had this much books in his resting area, he didn't look like a studious person. She shook her head as she could never understand that man. "The Third prince is just being the jerk that he is. He made

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

Jason thanked Pierre, took the gold, wrapped my still bound body in the blanket and lifted me in his arms as if I weighed no more than a feather pillow. “Come wife,” he said with a deep growl, “we have no more need to remain in this place. This battle is no longer yours.” “I’ll find you, you bastard,” Luthias snapped. I’d played it meek while I focused on a spell that should normally be accompanied with vocal words. Instead, I mentally projected them and hoped for the best. Although I wasn’t able to completely untie myself, I was able to loosen the rope enough to free my hands. I waited until Jason propped me on the horse in front of him and placed his arm around my waist for support bef

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

Glancing back at the door, I felt the urge to back away, but I stayed back. Gulping hard, I reached for the book; it almost dropped off my hand due to its heaviness. I sat on one of the chairs and opened it. The first page had me reeling in shock. It was a history book of the generations that existed centuries before. From the first page, I was glued to the introduction of all the varying beings and their respective strengths. My eyes rounded like saucers when I saw the page about angels. I thought they were a myth, but I am reading about their existence on Earth. Each creature has a birthmark, and I was shocked to see the same mark as the one on my lower belly behind me. Wings.

In each mountain peak she passed through, she rubbed slightly against them, causing fire to erupt and consume the whole mountain. Karen flew down the moment they landed on Strawberry Mountain. She turned around to look at the endless trees, grasses, and small rocks, an evil grin plastered across her face. She sighed heavily, causing smoke to come out of her burning throat, chocking Kelvin and Patrilia, who had collapsed on the ground and were writhing in pain. When Karen landed, she didn't bother docking down a little bit to let them jump off her wings; rather, she shook her wings and threw them away with full force.