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I widened my eyes, this had to be a joke. "Who do you think it is?" The voices of Soren, Strïth, Victor, and Hermaði rose together, just as their auras expanded. The shadows expanded, and even the sun seemed to lose its brightness. "I am your true Fated Mate. You are just a fraud!" The male voice replied, as loudly as my mates. Chaos began to reign, as several voices joined in with this declaration. ******** THE END Yes, folks, that's the end of the first book. As you can see, there will be a book two, and many things will be revealed!

" Cried the weary voice of _? A ) Khloe B ) The narrator C ) Maria D ) John Who turned Pete to stone in Eregdrix? A ) God B ) Raphael C ) Michael D ) Metatron Chapter 3 of Time Is Reborn travels back to a chapter in the first book of Born by Power. What chapter is it? A ) chapter 22 - challenging the Abyss B ) chapter 11 C ) chapter 5 D ) chapter 28

He turned to me and tilted his head to look at me strangely, his eyes were still black and I knew that right now, he was inhumane. “Protect Gwenn, she will not just be your commander outside Northshore but she will be your charge too. She is a queen, the other half of me, your king. Protect her life with your dying breathe. “We will protect her with every single thing in us.” A thousand voices came out of Elison mouth, he was of the legion and he is the legion. He spoke for himself and his thousands of other brethren.

So I flipped the sheet over and began to scribble: Thank you for the loan of Eragon. Your generosity is inspiring and makes me wish I could be more like you. The book was amazing, by the way. I am already enjoying the Inheritance Cycle more than the Chronicles of Pern, so much so that I gotta know what happens next. Most Gratefully–Shaw

She was very wrong. “What do you mean by that! Y- You crazy girl! You’ve basically made a pact with devil! I told you not to speak to that man!” Her pale face was ashen, her hands clutched her head at her approaching migraine, but most of all, she prominently glared at Alexis. Then as if losing all hope her hands fell dramatically to her side, “The Kaedmen Empire has no hope…” she muttered with desolate eyes that stared up at the ceiling, searching for some kind of light. Hector was also exactly the same, except a much more milder version. He pinched the bridge of his nose with an annoyed expression as he summoned mountains of book. Some related to Vampires and others that might just help th

Why do I feel like we can't ignore that? "Do you know Agamemnon?" I asked him. I knew there was a good chance he didn't know him because even Elijah didn't know Agamemnon. All they know is that it's called the Dark Lord. Erigor shook his head. "I don't know him, but I see him in my dreams." He answered me and his eyes could see the truth.

FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

The crowd fell into a hush. And then… the door opened. Out stepped a man who made the very air tighten. Darian Rhys Draven. Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in black. His Alpha King insignia shimmered against his chest. Midnight-black hair, tousled and damp from the mist. His cold silver eyes scanned the horizon first—calculating, commanding. And then, they landed on her. Time stopped. Seraphina froze. Her wolf screamed—no, howled—loud and uncontrollable in her head.

Zorath’s spark burns, his calm a balm, their unity a light. Valthor leads explorers across the cosmos, his starlit helm a guide, his voice resolute. He charts new worlds, his blade gleaming, his unity a bridge between stars, his laugh echoing our battles. Lirien chronicles our saga in a radiant library, her tablet a cosmic archive, her scarred lunar mark shining. She scribes tales of the abyss, her defiance a spark for scholars, her voice clear. “Our story lives.” Kael mentors Shadowkin in a starlit forge, his void-blade a relic of loyalty, his gruff voice softened. He trains them to wield void and light, his aura steady, his redemption complete, his nod to me a silent vow.