Novel & Cerita Glory The Book

But what they had called was no longer theirs to command. The ritual chamber split under the pressure. Black fire burst through the cracks, crawling along the carved runes like veins filled with poison. Patricia shrieked, clutching her head as stones rained from the ceiling. Elara stumbled back, candle dropping from her hand, her face twisted in horror. And Gloria—Gloria only smiled. Her veil slipped, her teeth bared. She drank in the sight like wine. “She’s waking,” she whispered. “Our queen of ruin. Our key.”

I decided to choose history books. It was easy to spot where they had been kept and I was glad for it. Dates were written on it so that whenever you chose, you would know what history book you were reading. There was a particular year I wanted to take and I was going to take it when a small book slipped out. It almost went unnoticed but I stepped on it again. I bent down, picking it up when I saw what was written on it - Dominic and Gloria. My eyes widened as my heart skipped a couple beats. I wasn't a genius to tell me what I was looking at. The first page had it boldly there again. The wedding of Dominic and Gloria. Inside me, both anger and pain were in my body.

Glowing. It looked like a metal stick but it shone like it had fire trapped inside it. He pointed it at me. The red light grew brighter. My heart beat so fast I thought I would faint. “Capture her,” he said. Two big men grabbed me. One held my arms. The other grabbed my chin. I tried to kick them, all to no avail. I screamed and tried to bite his hand. The man with the red glow walked closer. He opened a small bottle.

In the morning, Brockley and Riley continued their journey, and eventually arrived at the main gate of the Glory Kingdom's fortress in Gloriston City at night. Riley was stunned at all the changes. "The atmosphere is so different from when I left twenty years ago." The two of them were confronted by the five security guards on duty at the gate. "Who are you, where are you from, and where are you going?" asked one of them who had a sword ready behind his back.

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

"I'm afraid you will judge me harshly if I admit it." "Nonsense. I would never judge a lady, especially a beguiling one." Was that a coquettish tilt to her head as she flicked a gaze his way? James pressed on, crossing his index finger over his heart in a childlike way. She laughed, though her eyes glanced away from his before raising to meet them again. "Very well." She lifted her chin. "I rather enjoy gothic novels. L. R. Gloucester has a new book out. Lady Gloria and the Earnest Earl."

“Too breakable to survive in the world we live in.” He was right. Too right that it annoyed the hell out of me. I reached for the ball gown, grabbing a fist-full in my hands and stood up on my feet while trying not to give attention to the blood covering a part of the white ball gown. “It’s all about determination, isn’t it?” I walked past the dead Italian mob, pushing the need to gag down my throat, while inching towards my husband. “All it needs is courage, after all.” Vincenzo’s dark soulless eyes bore into mine, making my inside cuddle, but I had no intention of showing him how much of an effect he had on me.