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“She must choose.” “Choose what?” “Which self to become.” Silence stretched between us. Finally, she reached for an old leather-bound text resting beside her. “You will find what you seek in here,” she said, placing it in my hands. The cover was worn, the pages fragile with age. “Ancient myths,” she explained. “Forgotten tales.” I glanced down at the first etched title. The Daughter of the Moon Goddess. My grip tightened on the book. Whatever we were facing…

"Maybe it'll keep you awake. Or scare you more so that sleep eludes better." His hand hovered over the bronze clasp of the drawer as he pulled the book to him. He knew Nathaniel would be livid if he pried into his papers...but that was a small risk if these pages yielded nothing. Still. This time, new information danced before him. Rather like a good novel, he saw different things. The words were blurred as if water had made the ink run. A high possibility when all was considered. '...a mighty Great President of Hell, having thirty legions of demons under his command...he giveth true answers about hidden treasures; he reveals where serpents can be seen and delivers them harmless...'

"But I definitely didn't expect that I would be conversing with them, and that there would be one who's fond of games and fantasy. The whole time I was communicating with the boy in eyeglasses I really thought they were some newborn fery group. And I commend them for that. Only then did I realized my mistake of slipping some information about the Fair Clan. But fortunately, King Alexander was quick to patch up things and guided me through the whole ordeal." "Indeed. It seems that man knows our every move and thought. Sometimes it's even scary how he's already anticipating our movements and how we will react when we don't even comprehend what our reactions will be in the first place. He's a d

The lord. TBC.

"What do you think, Tir? You said magic exists in a way you said as energy and stuff. Does gods from folklores and myths exist too?" "Well, yeah, of course," Tirana said. "Just not in our time. Not anymore. That's why I didn't bring them up. Besides, isn't your Alt'ma comes from another world?" Lars frowned and crossing his arms, lost in thoughts and speculations. He had a hunch that the First King is his most promising lead to unravel the mystery of his power, the necklace and the sword. Then, an idea struck him. Lars bought the book for further reading and took Len and Tirana out of the bookstore. The wide smile on Lars' face and determination on his eyes were quick to caught Len's attenti

Cole asked, getting on his feet also. “Hey Man! Don’t tell me, you don’t understand this?” Anthony asked, flipping the page of the book to where the full details were written. “I don’t. Can you tell me?” Cole asked, giving him a go ahead. “C’mon Cole, you ain’t this dumb right? Think dude” Anthony motioned, as he motioned the book towards Rex… He read the inscription on the book aloud, still not getting the hint. “THE DANGER OF A LYCAN FATE TO A LUNA – MOON GODDESS MYSTERIES”

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

By each other's side, as they should have been from the start. There she sat, cross-legged in the oversized reading chair next to the window, her eyes locked on the thick leather-bound book resting on her lap. The book was an Old historical Testament, the spine was worn, and it wasn’t a book he was familiar with, but after glimpsing the title, he wanted to. The Chronicles of the Goddesses’ Blessed Wolves: Origins and Legends Miles swallowed, his breath caught slightly in his throat. She didn’t see him at first. Her brows knotted in deep focus at the words she was absorbing.

Leaning against the black marble fountain, surrounded by his entourage like a king with his court, was the kind of boy who didn’t need to announce his dominance—the world simply bent to his will. Damien Leclair. The name was already infamous. Halewood’s untouchable. Wealthy. Brilliant. Arrogant. Every rumor painted him as something between a genius and a devil, a man who could destroy you with one look. His sharp jawline, his tailored blazer—he didn’t wear the school uniform, he commanded it. And his eyes… God. They weren’t the usual hazel or brown or blue—they were storm-gray, cold and sharp, as though he’d swallowed thunderclouds. When they locked on me, just for a fleeting second, I felt

I wonder about the other things I do not know about him. And he said he's called Alpha Lord Lugard, the person from my dreams. This sounds so unreal, I mean, I will see an animal then later, I will see it turn into a human. I think I was being warned, oh, I understand this now. Hmm, I didn't also know he was Lugard and not Drake. However, if that's the case then why do I feel serene when I sleep in his arms?