Novel & Cerita Jedediah And Octavius Night At The Museum

This was the information google had given me just by typing the word lycanthrope. Does that mean that Ozymandius was a lycanthrope? But waren't they myths? Not wanting to disturb my thoughts even more, I closed the computer and after issuing some books on myths and the history of this castle I went upstairs. The dinner was pretty normal which was unusual because Ozymandius had a meeting and Alexander was beyond excited for his birthday. As soon as dinner was over I went to Ozymandius's room and immediately jumped on the silk satin sheets. I was so tired after all the research that it took no time for sleep to come.

Liam rolled his eyes at him, "The material clearly suggests it's going to transform into Optimus Prime!" Diana sighed internally, ignoring their silliness. After swiftly putting everything together, she pressed a button. A beam of light projected onto the wall, forming a small screen. It displayed a series of unintelligible code. "Wow!" Caleb exclaimed in amazement, "Is this a scene from a Hollywood blockbuster? So cool, right, bro?" "...Making a fuss over nothing!" Liam closed his mouth, which had slightly fallen open in surprise. His admiration for Diana grew a notch stronger.

I don't care if my auction might lead me into the hands of law enforcement- the power and potential I can reach are worth every problem my way. The guard opens the door and clears his throat. "Octavius Jude," he introduces the guest before a tall, blond man enters the office. Blood red eyes scan the faces as he grins at me. Maybe it is an elite thing, but Octavius doesn't greet or bow to anyone. As soon as his gaze falls upon a vacant seat, he strides towards it and drops down. To make matters worse, he has the audacity to look at his wristwatch every few seconds, as if he is not the one holding everyone else back. "At last," Michael huffs under his breath.

The bar. . . . [MIA] The museum loomed in the night, casting long shadows that made me shiver. It had been almost two months since Abbie vanished, and the sleepless nights were catching up with me. I couldn’t rest, not when my sister was still out there—somewhere. The last place she’d been seen was this museum, and I couldn’t shake the gut feeling that something terrible was brewing.

Diana said when she heard the sirens approaching. Liam nodded and turned to Johnathan. Johnathan understood what he meant. He closed his eyes and started to chant some words and the next second a bright Amber light overshadowed them. They were all transported back to Devon's chamber. "We need to find jared and this guy named jude. Something isn't right. I can't believe how despicable he his" Digust was laced in Diana's tone. Alice and joan remained silent, Johnathan also. Johnathan decided to leave after a while, he knew they needed their time alone. Joan did also, but not after hugging Alice warmly. Liam left with Joan, leaving only diana.

Silas, however, looked so delighted he did not even ask about the relationship between me and Cayden, or probably, he did not care. Cayden and I left for the museum. The museum of the dead was a sacred territory among wolves. Every artifact displayed there represented the legacy of the deceased Lunas and Alphas of the Nightshade pack. One wrong move there and my little life was over in a flash, it could only take one claw from an Alpha to turn me into mush and Silas…… Silas actually wanted me to embarrass myself there. As Cayden and I walked away from the secondary courtyard, the noise behind us gradually faded beneath the cold night wind.

Dean Jackson says as he points to the cozy corner booth I have used often for studying. "Thank you. Can we have some privacy, please," the female asks, and my brows lift a little as I hear her voice for the first time. "Sure. Are you interested in seeing anything more after you are finished here," Dean Jackson asks, and I lift my head enough to see Octavius's face? "No, thank you," King Octavius answers, and the Dean nods. "It was a pleasure," Dean Jackson says before walking off like his pants are on fire.

His ability to manipulate electrical currents works perfectly with Jack’s gift, and together, no lock can resist them for long. We slip inside the museum. The darkness inside is complete, thick enough to swallow sound. Calma and Clara drop their illusions, revealing the dim outlines of statues and columns that decorate the hall. “Feel anything?” I whisper to Maxwell. He shakes his head, his eyes glowing faintly. “Only rats and insects, but no vampires.” “Good,” I answer softly. “Then let’s move.”

After the event at the museum, Gideon accompanied Emma to her car and waved at her. Then, he got into his car and his driver Mel took him home. In her room, Judy held her phone, staring at the photo of Emma and Gideon taken at the museum that night by the strange man who walked in. Tears were streaming down Judy's cheeks and dripping on her phone which she was managing to hold still. Her hands were shaking and she was boiling with rage. She felt her heart aching and her head felt as if it was on fire. She began to shake violently. She tightened her fists, hit it against the wall and she began to bleed.

“I had to go deep into the archives and even then it was misfiled under a totally different category and I only happened upon it by accident while assisting another pack historian in search of old nursery rhymes.” “I have been doing some research into an odd phenomenon and swore my great grandmother told me a story about one of these prophecies. I am not at liberty to say which one, just yet,” I explain. “It is quite curious. No Alpha typically concerns themselves with such things, but you are unique. If that is all, I will leave this with you and you can summon me when you are done with it,” Octavius says. I nod and Octavius gets up to leave then softly hums, “I hope the next mating ball br