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I said. I walked down the shattered stone steps. I walked right past Torin. I walked right to the lip of the smoking crater. I looked out across the deep-water harbor at the three warships. The gunners were frantically trying to reload, whipped by their captains, but their hands were shaking too badly to pack the powder. I didn't kneel. I didn't touch the ground. I reached back into the massive, glowing grid of the fifty thousand humans standing behind me. I pulled a fraction of their unified current—their defiance, their newly discovered empathy, their absolute refusal to be broken—and I shaped it into a spear of pure resonance.

*FREYA* Tears rolled down my cheeks and a painful sob escaped my lips as the book dropped to the ground with a thud. Noah picked it up and began reading where I ended. Once he was done he looked up meeting my gaze. "Freya it's not completely horrible just don't follow in her footsteps you have a kind heart and you're nothing like this woman." I shook my head negatively, wiping my tears away. "The fire goddess only resorted to destruction because she came to earth and fell in love with a human and the man got her pregnant and exploited her powers for his own selfish desires."

Later on, while I was focused on the TV screen where I could see our staff harvesting dragon fruits, my cellphone suddenly rang. I saw that Yummy Godfather was calling, so I was surprised. “Hello, why did you make—” “Delete your post on your social media!” he cut me off immediately. “I-I mean—” I couldn’t ask my question again because he immediately hung up the line. I just frowned. What’s wrong with Yummy Godfather? Why does he seem so upset?

He's the one who was found. "W-who are you and what are your intentions?" A grave, soulless voice asked. He can feel the arrowhead dig deeper on his back, urging him for an answer. Should he give himself away? That he's the Son of Zeus who stowed away from Olympus? Is this a trap – An idea popped in his head. One that's idiotic, perhaps, mad. But he's the god of madness, is he not? Perhaps..

I murmured as I bawled my fists, barely containing my anger and misery. "You know what to do, Claire. I don't need to tell you twice," Ajax said again. But I didn't listen to him anymore. I couldn't. My head and heart began to break and voices began to emerge along with different images flashing through my eyes. "I can help you... Claire... Call my name... Say my name Alix... I can lend you my powers... Call my name..." My head started to pound louder and louder as I braced myself, grabbing unto my head. I could somewhat hear Ajax's voice calling out to me but I could no longer care.

Blakeney yelled. Oliver slowly opened his eyes and flinched as he saw his body engulfed in blue flames. He stared at his hands as if seeing them for the first time. The god within James took over again. “Use all of your anger, descendant of Hephaestus!” Authority dripped from every word. “Focus all of your being on your hands and force the fire to obey your will!” Oliver closed his eyes and breathed deeply, jaw clenched in concentration. The flame-covered hands began to tremble with exertion, but slowly the fire licked up from his feet, his legs, his stomach, and fused purposely on his chest and arms.

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.

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But that was a very big if. Their voices sounded like thunder when they spoke. “THE ANCHOR AWAKENS. THE PATH OPENS. THE TRIAD BREAKS NOW.” The final moment arrived as the anchor inside me locked completely as the old gods reached down with hungry, inevitable force.

And she is angry. ASTRID There is no ground beneath me. Only falling. Only stretching. Only burning. Light explodes behind my eyelids. Silver. White. Black. A voice crawls along my spine, deep and seductive. “Come home.” I know that voice. I have heard it in my bones. In the scream of the forest at midnight. In the quiet after a kill. In the hunger that is not mine. The Alpha God. He is the first presence to reach me. His hands (not hands, never hands) drag across the surface of my soul like claws through silk.