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Finally, I feel their soothing power take effect. “Fuck I feel like The Half-blood Prince made this shit.” Once that eye is good, I switch to the other. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much since I didn’t rub it, but I still put the drops in it. Then I grab my glasses. And put them one, and before you ask yes, they are in fact very Potter like. Only they are thin wire circles rather than the thick plastic Harry were. My fall more than him and I don’t have a wand or magic spell to fix them. So, wire was needed.

This chapter is dedicated to Phyllis Hills. My loyal reader. My number one fan. Thank you so much❤️ Chapter 44 Hael Moore. Something wasn't right. Right under my nose, I could smell it. Beneath the layers of my hairy skin, I could sense it. I could taste it at the tip of my tongue– A build-up. Like something was about to happen. Something sinister. Something destructive. Something terrifying. All wrapped in three words– Blood. Death. Sacrifice.

The darkness swallowed them whole. ☠️ End of Chapter 16

Mara wouldn’t be likely to find me here, at least not right away, giving me a little time to read unbothered. I settled down, brushing the leaves and pine needles off the bench, then opened the book on my lap and continued to read where I had left off last night. The chapter on documented reincarnation accounts was dense and slow-going in places, and a lot of it still didn’t apply to my situation in any direct way. But I kept reading, skimming over the sections that seem irrelevant. I was about three quarters of the way through the chapter when I turned the page and found the heading: “The Lycan Princess and the Throne of Ashmoore.”

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 140

“It’s already begun.” To be continued in Chapter Eighteen: Part One – “Blood of the Moon, Heir of the Void”

A couple more chapters and you can find out the ending, just hope it will be an ending you like and enjoy. With love <3

A repository of truths the current pack leadership probably wanted to be buried. Auren. My son's name came through my mind as my fingers moved over the title of a thick, navy-bound book that was labeled, "Phenomena in Half-Blood Heirs." I knew that I had found something large. I did not even hesitate as I pulled it off the shelf, sending a cloud of dust that circulated in the air that made me sneeze. I opened the book to have a knowledge of what was inside. The script was ancient, the letters were formed in a way that made them so hard to read at first, but I adjusted my eyes.

A photograph burned around the edges but unmistakable: the late Queen, fangs barely showing, eyes hollow with sorrow. I want to scream. To march into the ballroom and tell Princess Victoria to run. To tell Prince George he is not alone. That I know. That I remember. But I can not . I need him to realize it on his own because once he does, he will have to choose between love and loyalty. Between the monster he is trying to hide… and the man he wants to be. And I pray to whatever is left in this cursed place… that he chooses right. The calm is ending.

I could see the way Emily and Emma sent me bewildered glances and Leviathan lifted his head and said a silent “No” It was too late to back out anyways. I started running through the corridors, some half destroyed, some intact but not for long. I could hear them approaching. Following me, but I'm always ahead of them, never to close to them. It's like I'm keeping them on a tight leash. I could see the doors leading to the throne room the moment I took the last right turn. This means that after I pass through these doors, I have to head left, go through the door made of sandalwood and turn left again and after that descend two sets of stairs and one more turn to the right and one to the left,