Karlach Zethino Answers Novels & Stories

Zariel’s POV The moment we stepped outside, I spotted Karl, Zade's Beta and personal dog, slouched against the car, thumbing through his phone like the world wasn't burning around him. I rolled my eyes so hard it hurts. ‘And what on earth was he doing here?’ I asked no one in particular as I continued to stared at him. He hadn’t noticed me yet because his eyes glued to his phone.

If Keil's words were true, the subject introduced as Axel Halheimer was about five levels from the maximum level for most beings. Zark looked carefully at the person before him; they had the emblem of a chalice on their chest, perhaps it was part of the flag of the country known as the Kingdom of Lothal. That said, there wasn't enough information that he couldn't be sure. Axel after seeing that Zark seemed not to be hostile, he looked directly at Gregar. “You must be the head of this town. Could you tell me who are the people standing next to you? " "There's no need. Greetings Sir Marshal of kingdom, I am Zark Ar Zathot, a Spellcaster. Because the town was attacked by the undead, he can't he

How impertinent the man was for wanting to get inside her house and to speak with her after rejecting her in the past and killing her best friend, Karla, her mother, Laura, and her father, Tony. Gerthel heard a deep breath coming from the Alpha of the Blue Wave Pack before she heard him speak again. “Gerthel, yes, I am indeed Leeno Tretoon, your mate. Please allow me to come in and let us start all over again.” Thella, Gerthel’s wolf suddenly interrupted Gerthel’s thoughts.

*** Adriel entered the unit and immediately stopped when she saw that it was dark—like no one was there. “Aria? Kian?” she asked as she slowly threaded through the dark. Suddenly, the once dark room was illuminated with a warm orange tint. Multiple candles lit up the place, and in the middle of them all stood Zeth. Her breath got caught in the back of her throat as she looked at her nervous lover. It seems like she hasn’t seen him fully awake since last week. Seeing him there felt like the first time she had ever seen him. “Where are they?” that was the first question she had asked. “Where’s Zenon?”

“Who… who are you?” The figure tilted her head, a smile ghosting across her face. “You know me already. You’ve always known me. In the lullaby of your silence. In the ache of your exile.” Isolde stepped forward, heart thundering. “Tell me your name.” “Among your sisters, I am Eirava—the one who mourns and mends. The Guardian of old blood, mercy-bound and veiled in grace. But to your enemies, when they come in fire and ruin, I will be called… Zethra.”

My other men would watch us from a distance if anything bad happened. "Lance! The Great Lance Storm!" Zeth greeted me with a big smile on his face—a psychotic smile. I didn't give him any attention and let my dark aura stay as I went directly to the chair in front of him. "Sit down, Lance," he said politely. I knew Zeth. He was the best assassin in our gang but also one of the most dangerous people I had ever met. We were in some kind of luxurious bar, so there were just a few civilians drinking and enjoying their drinks. Well, I hope this would end well and he would understand politely.

Zeyric asked, pushing himself up from the bench, his color slowly returning as the draught took effect. "Down in the lower archives, behind the old gambling dens," Kaelin said, pointing a gnarled finger toward the back door of her cellar. "His name is Jethro. Tell him I sent you, and pay him whatever he asks—even if you have to pawn every piece of aristocratic metal you're carrying, Thalen." Thalen reached instinctively into his coat, his fingers brushing against his family's silver signet ring—the last tangible link to the lineage he had spent his entire life trying to live up to. A heavy, complicated silence filled the room as he stared down at the metal.

Remedies for beasts and humans alike. And then I speak again. “I am Zenith. Daughter of the line of Rila, of Ada, of Kaima, of Liroth, of Anika. I am the last hand. And the first flame.” Something pulses in the soil. Alejandro’s breath hitches. Koa sits up straighter. Even the wind seems to take a step back.