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” “Alright, thanks, Dad.” “But, we still need one item, that’s the Jade of Origin from the Legacy of the witch doctors. The information carried by Granny Wich is still limited. I want you to head to California. Keep a close watch on this guy and find out the source of the Legacy acquired by him. Most importantly, bring back the Jade of Origin from the Legacy. I’ll get the Four Great Ghost Servants to accompany you.” Levi’s eyes glistened. What he wanted the most was revenge.

“It doesn't seem like it if she said I kind of look like him. Is he my father?” “No.” She said. “Like I said it was just a fling she had.” Jade decided it was best not to press the matter anymore, she went back to looking through the books on the shelf. She found one she liked, titled “Legends of Hewsen Era.” “Can I have this one?” Jade said flashing the book cover to Darla. Darla looked at the book and shook her head. “You're not going to let the legend go, are you?”

“Everything doesn’t seem right,” Jasper muttered to himself. He was sitting on the floor of a small room in what had once been his home—a single room with no windows or furniture but for a bed and table that he'd found in the basement. The place smelled like mold and mildew, though it hadn't always. It smelled like life, until everything went wrong. He was cold and angry; the only happiness he could think of was that of Lyra’s.

Now that everything falls the way it all should be, Christopher’s key is more than what it’s worth, they are now needed to prepare for the end and the call that will be about to come from HIM. But then. “I can see that you have your knight and guide Pauleen.” “I do have. Let me introduce you both to each other. Jade, this is Clayden, and Clayden this is my sister, Jade.” The respect and the stand of a knight capture Jade’s interest. A kind of interest that is amusing and dark for her to just let go. Now thinking of how she could start her game and continue it to the next book. “Nice to meet you, Clayden.”

But the storm wasn’t over. His father-in-law “Harold Hayes" a man whose fortune had bought him arrogance as thick as his waistline, leaned back in his chair. He swirled his wine lazily, the red liquid catching the chandelier light like blood. His voice was calm, but his disdain was sharper than a blade.

The clear crystal that was attached to it acted like a prism amidst the lighting from the myriad of fallen lamps that surrounded them. “He didn’t know what material to make the chain of. Normally it would be silver, but he wasn’t sure if you could tolerate it, so he went with platinum.” “I owe him,” Jasper said in a soft voice as he slid the chain over his neck. A small jolt of energy consumed his body almost immediately. Lila smiled as she asked, “Did you feel it?” When he nodded, she pulled out a more delicate looking chain for herself and slid it over her head. “Wow,” she softly whispered. “I’ll never grow tired of the wonder of magic.”

“So. Jade is complicated. She was orphaned and taken in by a pack somewhere up north. She was being sent out as a lap dog to steal secrets from other packs. She is good with tech. She can get into most systems and the ones that so called took her in were controlling and abusive. She learned hacking as a past time but used it to keep her from having to go on to most pack lands and businesses when they sent her out. They held on to her light to track her, also causing her to retain a smaller body shape and size. She was basically malnutritioned as far as an elf goes. Once her light was returned to her she grew to what you see now. She has also grown more powerful than even she knows. Lastly, I

Boulder rumbled, his tawny form rising, the firelight reflecting in his eyes, the clearing’s warmth a comfort, Jasper’s warmth a shield, the legacy a light in the darkness, the pack’s bonds a fire in the twilight, the battle’s echoes fading, the promise of peace a fragile hope. Lila’s voice was soft, her hazel eyes bright, fingers brushing the jasmine chain a pup had given her, the fire’s warmth a balm, her courage a quiet glow, the pack’s victory a light in her heart, the clearing’s air alive, the sun’s glow a golden balm, the packhouse a steady presence, the spring’s gurgle a soft hymn, her maps a testament to their triumph, the whisper of future threats a distant echo, the moonflowers glo

But, if he doesn't bring her, anyhow his Legacy will be shattered. Within a week Myra's visa got approved. She started packing. She was looking through her mom's wardrobe when she found the ring with a black stone. It was her favourite since her childhood. Her mother used to say that after her mom, she has the right to wear it. When she decided to move out from here for a few weeks, she decided to wear it. Under the ring, nicely a name was engraved.

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."