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Morrigan noticed how Colfre felt uncomfortable with her standing in front of him so she walked towards her bed and sat down on the soft mattress. “I guess my inquiry is a hard one to answer especially you get to know me and this palace grounds when it was all dull and lifeless. Then I will tell you a story less known by the citizens of Hymir… A story only one person in this kingdom knows about.” Morrigan patted the spot beside her. “This will be a long story and I’m afraid you’ll strain yourself even before the story ends. Come,” She invited him. She could notice how Colfre’s muscles tense and relax under his black inner clothes. She couldn't help but smile at the back of her mind. She reach

It was windy standing this close to her, but he could still hear even though Elliott was talking aloud instead of using his IAC. “What do you want us to do?” one of the Guardians Aaron had brought in locally asked. Guy, pronounced “Gee” with a hard G, like the famous writer, Guy de Maupassant, was French and impatient. “Send ‘em in,” Elliott said out loud as Aaron pondered whether or not that would be a mistake. If Daunator had another weapon up his sleeve, something they hadn’t anticipated, sending everyone in might be a problem. There’d be nothing left to stop them off if they broke through that second line.... But then, as the ground continued to shake and Daunator waved his hand in Chris

"I can almost see your brain twisting within your skull. Let us go out on the water and talk." I untied the boat and waited for him to settle before I started the engine. He held up his hand when we were halfway between the island and shore. I cut the engine. The nightlife had unique sounds so different from the mountains of Arizona. "You surprised me," The Moor said in a low tone. He always had a way of throwing me off balance. "How so?" "You didn't kill the males. I told you to, gave you leave to play in their blood, but you summoned me, therefore allowing them to live."

Goosebumps rise all over my body. “How would you know? Let me tell you.” He tucks away the strand of my hair, behind my ear. “They are bankrupt. They took a quick walk from a big mansion to a small two storey house. Living off on their elder daughters money. They are now nothing but a family who lost their fortune. And who is the reason behind it?" He jabs his index finger on my mid forehead as I remain frozen in place shocked by all the revelation. “You." I look at him as tears well up in my eyes.

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

I soon heard their car leave, I heaved out a sigh. Did Gwen say anything to them? Or alert anybody or tell her friends, no she wouldn't. I will just wait for her to come back and question her then find a way to contact Tomas, My second hand man. I need to get over this sh*t as soon as possible, The children of ruins are getting comfortable. And I swear, I will make sure to fuck them up once I return. I fisted my hands. † † † I waited patiently for Gwen to come through the door after she closed up the bakery. She had changed her clothes from earlier, “Hey” she said as she entered.

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

He didn’t look like a part of the Forgotten. Big mistake for him, as I grabbed his throat instantly and crushed it. His body collapsed, dead, but blood poured down my side. Keith appeared immediately. "Caleb!" "I'm fine." The silver poisoning had already begun, slowing my healing, and my vision blurred briefly. The mountain shook again, and the gate widened further, and from beyond the silver light... A massive shadow moved; the Forgotten left were shouting, rejoicing. The warriors prepared for another fight. Suddenly, I felt genuine fear, not for myself nor for the kingdom but for Gina because somehow...I knew whatever was emerging from that gate...was coming for her.

Honey, didn’t let her complete, and began unzipping her purse. "What's the rush, Honey Samuels?" Her breath got caught in her throat. Controlling her racing heart, she glanced up only to see her nightmare sashaying towards her in majestic strides. Donning a crisp white suit, the man looked no less than an Angel, but Honey knew him better not to fall for his beguiling charms. She had witnessed a glimpse of his brutality yesterday, and that had left such a scar in her mind that without even realizing it, Honey cowered back in fear.