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Shaking, I gasp for breath. Kora, his mate, comes forward. She looks beautiful, wearing a traditional gown of Undersea royalty, silks woven in shades of green and blue with hints of red and brown, and a simple diadem of shells. In her hands, she is holding a garment similar to her own, only dyed in deep purple and belted in gold. Gently, she wraps it around me like a robe and my body slowly stops shaking. With Orion's help, I can stand, but only if I lean heavily on his arm.

They were full of books that were obviously journals. Kora followed me into the room, but I turned the light on in her closet and I slammed the door shut in Kora’s face. I looked at the books and they all had different years on them. And I wasn’t even sure where I was meant to start. There were so many books and I wasn’t sure how far to go back. So I started at the most recent books. I only skimmed through them though. I knew that she would hate me for invading her privacy like this, but if it helped me find her then I was willing to cop that from her. I was willing to take any punishment from her that I could possibly take.

Trigger Warning This book contains numerous controversial subjects that may trigger or upset some readers including detailed scenes of death, violence, sexual content, kidnapping, sexual abuse, war, mentions of abortion, possible miscarriage, cheating, and LGBTQ+ relationships. Viewer discretion advised! *** Frey I've heard of she-wolves that were left to fend for themselves after discovering that they were pregnant.

The letters were not carefully printed; they looked rushed and hungry. The book talked about a demon god called Korvath. The name felt like a bruise. According to the pages, Korvath could grant wishes. Any wish, so long as you paid the price. The writing described rituals with red ink and pictures that made my skin crawl. There were steps to please Korvath and long lists of sacrifices and bargains. The book showed diagrams of altars and called for blood at midnight and ashes as proof.

Not that there was any werewolf alive who would ever want to associate with a lying, disloyal mutt. Still, to think out of all wolves, out of all things this mutt could have ever done, this was by far the lowest she could have ever done. ‘Raiha… That damn witch!’ I growled, both mentally and physically. ‘I take some offense to that, you know,’ Kora said, grabbing my attention. ‘Still, I don’t blame you. I’m making my way to the Orestone Pack to see if I can get information about where she is in the human world, or even if they have an idea of where Nex may be. In fact, if there is anything there that belongs to her, while I’m in the kingdom, I’ll see if I can use my witchcraft to pinpoint wh

hello, all yess it's finally here the sequel to "the king and the rejected she-wolf" you can read this as a stand-alone but I think it will make more sense after reading the other one first. hope you will enjoy to those who read the first one a while ago, I change Kai's name to Aiden. why? hmm I guess the name Aiden just sounded better to me :D //Salani ------- ZARA “Zara, come out and play; we will protect you!” Zack says he and the other boys have just returned from training with daddy and uncle Mack. Grandma Rosa and I played piano today.

Roxanne came out of nowhere. Arlen shut the book at once, fearing she may get upset for snooping. But Roxanne merely glanced at the cover and flipped through the pages, eager to show them to him. "This is a history book. It holds a compilation of important events concerning the Kingdoms of Slora. It's is a special edition from the forbidden library, and you're not allowed to read it." She took her seat. " But I can read it to you," Roxanne added when the youngster lowered his eyes.

Some claim a hunter followed her trail. Her hands went cold, and Kael stiffened beside her. “Korra,” he whispered, “this… this sounds like…” “Like she was hunted.” The room seemed to tilt slightly. She held the edge of the book, breathing slowly. Kael placed a hand on her back. “You don’t have to read more now. We can stop.” But Korra shook her head. “No. I need to know.” She turned the page. This time, instead of names or dates, a dried piece of parchment had been tucked between pages; it was old, brittle, and sealed with a silver crest wax stamp.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

“The training has already started on the field. King Kael is expecting everyone to be punctual. You shouldn't be late.” I walk off quickly, leaving her standing there, fuming. When I get to the Library, I find it blessedly empty, save for two people. Kael and Olivia. I just lied about Kael being in the field. What gives? The bastard is never where you need him to be. He and Olivia are huddled together at one of the massive oak tables, a colossal, ancient tome spread between them. Kael seems to be teaching Olivia how to read and interpret the Lycan’s impossibly intricate ancient texts. She’s leaned in, completely absorbed, her brow furrowed in concentration.