Key Of Solomon Novels & Stories

“She is not an investment.” “She is to him.” That stung more than I liked. “He’s one of our largest sponsors,” Solomon continued. “Weapons. Trade routes. Reinforcements during lean seasons.” “I know exactly who he is,” I snapped. “Which is why I know what happens if he turns his back on us.” Solomon bowed, his eyes on the floor. “Then you also know what happens if he finds out his daughter disappeared under our watch.” “She didn’t disappear,” I said. “She left.”

“Tell the others.” A pause. “Tell Knox.” Another pause. “Tell Marcus.” Another. “Tell Conrad.” Hansel nodded rapidly. “The four keys must be together.” The dream world flickered and the goddess’s power pulsed beneath my skin. “The Veilborn Key.” I touched my chest. “The Wolf of the North.” Knox. “The Witch of the South.” Hansel. “The War King.” Marcus. Hansel swallowed. “The four keys.” “Together.” The realization hit her instantly.

He unwrapped it with trembling fingers. It was a key. Six inches long, carved from a single piece of obsidian. It hummed. The frequency was so high it made the vision in my left eye blur. The interlocking circles of the First Alphas were etched into the handle. "This is the Blood-Covenant," Richard said. He pressed the key into my hand. The obsidian was freezing, biting into my palm. "Adrian didn't find me. I found the tomb. I stayed here to keep him from the door."

“Do you sense your mate?” “No,” he sighed. “I am going to be mateless.” he sighed again. “But at least I can figure out who or if I want to be with anyone.” “Well tomorrow you become king, mate less or not it happens,” Micah said smiling. “Don't worry it took me a long time to find your mother. “King Solomon.” -The End-