Novel & Cerita James Potter Hall Of Elders Crossing

She gave a curt nod and entered. Inside, the keep felt smaller. Dimmer. Empty in places that used to pulse with life. She passed the nursery—Johnson’s room, untouched, the carved wolf still hanging from the door handle. Grace paused but didn’t go in. Not yet. --- The war hall had aged poorly. Banners sagged. Cracks split the marble floor. The round table once polished to perfection now bore stains and splinters. Five elders stood as she entered. Elder Merton, the oldest, bowed slightly. “Thank you for answering.”

“And on a blood moon at that! “ “I heard Zack Zenders is still alive. “ “We all thought he was dead. “ “Lord Kaine pronounced him dead. He of all people would know if his brother is alive or not. “ “I always knew there was something about his death. It didn’t seem right. “ “Hush now, all of you, you don’t know who could be listening “, one said, “You’re going to put us in trouble. “ A guy came up to me. “Are you Freda Anderson? “ He asked. “Yes I am. Who’s asking? “ I replied. “Elder James request your presence. “ He replied. “Lead the way. “ I said. We entered a small hall by the side of the center podium. Six men I guessed were the council of elders were seated. My escorts were asked to wa

Around the pool, stone benches formed concentric circles, worn smooth by countless generations. "This is the Hall of Visions," Sin said, her voice echoing slightly in the vast space. "It's said that those with the gift can see beyond the veil of time here." My heart quickened as I recognized the space from my visions—this was the ancient hall I had seen, where the council gathered. "The man with storm-silver hair," I murmured. "He stood there." I pointed to a raised dais on the far side of the pool. Sin nodded slowly. "That would be where the Elder would stand. The one who led the council."

Maybe he was being nice after abandoning me for my whole life. As the song came to an end, he stepped back, giving a single nod before turning toward the Elders. "It is time," one of them declared. The elders stood in a semi-circle at the center of the ballroom, their heavy robes brushing against the polished marble floor. The lead elder—Hedwig Silverclaw, an aged man with silver-streaked hair and deep-set eyes, held a staff adorned with ancient markings. I moved forward, my hands trembling slightly as I knelt before them. The entire ballroom watched in utter silence.

Old Cross stared at Nathan and said with a sneer, “Patriarch Zen, from today on, I’ll retire abroad. No matter how powerful the Nonagon is, they can’t reach out to the territory of the 12 Sacred Halls of the West!” With that said, Old Cross turned to leave. After all, it was not wise to remain here. “Don’t even think about leaving!” Nathan shouted angrily and raised his hand. A red magic circle in his hand was cast directly at Old Cross! With a sneer, Old Cross looked back, raised his hand, and struck down!

' The door thudded shut, leaving echoes. I sank back, heart aching sweetly at his reluctance. The bond hummed—his irritation spiking as he strode halls, Aries pacing mentally. Be safe, I thought, pouring it through our link. Picking up parchment and quill, I scrawled words to Silvermist: Mother's hugs, Selena's fire, the miracle of gray eyes and silver moons. Ink blurred slightly; tears of joy pricked again. In the Meeting Hall The heavy oak doors groaned open; elders rose as one, a sea of gray beards and embroidered robes from packs across the realm. Mooncrest's Elder Voss, Ironfang's Elder Thomas, Silvermist's Elder Malthus, and Elder Throne, eyes sharp as daggers.