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she said quietly, “is the true oath of the Weber line.” I took it hesitantly, the book strangely warm in my hands. As I opened it, the scent of ancient parchment and binding spells filled my nose. The first page was simple. One symbol. A bloodline knot. But on the second page, I gasped. Words burned into my mind like brands. "The Guardian shall not merely seal the darkness. She shall be its Keeper. It's Warden. It's last Hope if the Balance falls." My fingers tightened around the book. “Keeper?”

[Listen your right I don’t know you, and I will not betray my boss.] [He is paying you how much? You don’t have to worry about my cousin, you will have my full protection.] [Who are you?] [Draven Chavez.] [I thought you were dead.] [Not likely. Your answer.] [He’s paying me a million dollars, I get protection, and he gets my silence.] [I’ll pay you four million dollars, including protection, your silence and a place to stay.] [Deal.] [I’ll send you a car. I need to keep my location a secret.] [I understand. When?] [Fifteen minutes, and don’t look suspicious. The car will take you to the airport and from there you will board a private jet. After landing a car will be waiting to take you to me

💥 Silver light flooded the room. Everyone turned. And froze. 😨 A figure stepped inside. A familiar figure. Tall. Covered in silver armor. Ancient symbols glowing across his chest. ✨ The Keeper. 💀 But something was different. Very different. His armor was cracked. His face pale. His eyes filled with urgency. 🌙 “The city is falling.” ⸻ 🌙 The Crack In The Sky Outside— The giant crack above the Forgotten World continued growing. 🌌 Reality itself was tearing apart.

The black tablet screamed updates while Ava and I ran through morning traffic. [Boundary theft detected.] [Household worship diverted.] [Ancestor tablets reassigned to unknown western jurisdiction.] At each doorway, incense smoke that should have risen straight toward family altars bent west like grass in a storm. Aunt Lan's talismans burned in my coat pocket. "How do we stop it?" Ava shouted. "We make the city remember who answers here."

"There's nothing on God's Earth I can do, Jessa." A pang of guilt fills me, and I now feel like a complete bitch. "I'm sorry," I mutter. "I'm frustrated for you, and I lost my cool." "You speak funny, using unusual terms I've never heard." Fuuuuck! The scent of burning wood is filling my nostrils, but I swallow the bile of fear creeping up my throat. I'm done hiding! "If I told you I was from the future, would you report me to the Witch Hunters?" I ask

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Setting the picture to the side, Violet looked at the other things that were inside the drawer. The first thing that caught her eye was a small black book. The page Violet opened was a list. There was a name of a city, a first and last name, then a number, and finally an address. This had to be what Jeremy was looking for. She set the book to the side and looked at the rest of the contents. Some of them were letters discussing this Richard Morgan she’d heard so much about. Whoever he was, he was not only a thorn in the alpha’s side but a lot many other people.

He said. “Ok good. Well, the necklace wasn’t just a necklace. It was an Amulet. And apparently Katrina is a Keeper. The Keepers are a group of people who protect the Amulet from a group known as The Others. I had been wearing the amulet this whole fucking time, and had no idea that it was anything other than a necklace. You remember Ivy, my mate?” I asked him.

I had to investigate obviously. A scroll amongst all the other scrolls on this shelf is drawing my eyes to it uncontrollably. Chapter 16: The Lost Library of Lunar Lore In the heart of the lycan kingdom, nestled amidst a forest of towering ancient trees, there thrived a small and cherished pack known as the Nightshade Keepers. Theirs was a unique responsibility, a sacred duty passed down through generations—to house the world's knowledge in a repository of books, a treasure trove of wisdom and moonlit lore.

Bring Edwin back and have him take over the throne. Killing Kieran's father was easy. I knew he was never going to suspect me. The door open slightly disturbing me. " What is it?" I asked " It is Alpha Kieran." she said moving closer. " What about him?" " He seems he is injured and might be at the brink of death." she replied That was enough to get my attention. " No! He can't die now." I snapped, throwing the book I was holding into the glass in front of me.