I Obtained A Mythic Novels & Stories

' 'Keep quiet, Sola. 'You don't shout at me, Maai. My purpose is pure and honest. We are not trying to do it to show off what we can do. We want to save the people of this land from the hands of the serpent forever. This is something that must be done and this is the time to do it. There must not be further delay on the matter. You must make me the promise.' 'You can't get such a promise from me, am afraid.'

“I'm sorry. I failed you, and I do not deserve an honorable death from protecting you.” My twin-hearts begin to slow down, my breathing becomes labored, and my body gradually feels heavy to the point that I become paralysed in a state of fear and a venom-induced stupor My worst fear is becoming my reality, and it's harsh, along with it being the foulest thing I've ever tasted. The cruel reality is that I have failed my mate. Mahji. The Oracle's quest for me to uncover Miyas' cure and return her safely to Mahji so the species may exult that their savor has come.

For years they made me believe that we were the only werewolves. I felt special that I had unique abilities that people would want. I thought I was special but in fact I'm nothing. Up until a few minutes ago, I had questions but not anymore. Kaleth wasn't just a monster. He was the Alpha king.

"You have earned my highest respect, Hell Goddess. You are the first to make it through my gates." "I seem to make history wherever I go." "I know why you are here. But I shall not easily give what you desire." I sighed, already exhausted. "Let me guess, I have to fight you." He nodded. 'God, I'm so exhausted. I don't know if I have enough energy...' 'Take mine, Nyx. I'll have the others give me their energy and send it to you.' I forgot Nia was telepathic. I stretched and yawned. "Do forgive the yawn, I'm sure you know how tiresome your gates are."

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There is no other word for it: I’m a monster and will never be anything more. “Anja?” I look at the man crouching in front of me. “My child,” Mythius cups my cheek. “You are free.” “I don’t know what happened,” I admit. “The blood of the Firsts corrupted your heart and mind. It almost stole your life force, but your mate saved you. How did he do this? No one knows.” “Orrin,” My eyes widen. “Where is he?” Mythius smiles sadly. “I’m sorry, young one.”