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It also talks about the legend and how they're to descend on earth and surprisingly, I land in the first warrior's name: Hera. Just like in my dream, the beautiful lady called me Hera and in this book, she is described as a graceful warrior, one whose weakness becomes her strength. Out of the four warriors, she has the best healing magic and she's a strong barrier creator. Not to mention that she's a strong warrior. The book describes her as calm, but horrendous when angry. Gosh, did they just describe me? I flip over to the other warriors. Aurora is the strongest warrior in terms of combat. She has the best barrier skills as well as using her aura as an offensive power.

"But I'm no longer sure what I want from him… if I want anything." Liora is quiet for a moment, letting the words settle. She doesn't offer platitudes or empty reassurances. She just nods, a slow, thoughtful gesture. "Things making sense is overrated," she says, her voice low and sure. "The real world is written in blood and bone, not ink." I look up at her, a flicker of genuine gratitude warming the cold places inside me. She gets it. She doesn't see a little girl with a limp. She sees a provisional warrior, a fellow survivor.

he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I can't imagine doing this without you. We're a team," With a comforting smile, In a tender manner, I inserted his hardened manhood into my vagina and leisurely moved atop of him while observing the ecstatic sounds emanating from his mouth. Bruno was the first man I truly loved and he shattered my preconceived notions about men being deceitful and heartless. Growing up, I saw my dad abandon my mom, and later on in life, experienced the traumatic event of being raped by another man during adolescence. But he showed me that not all men are alike with how he loved me selflessly.

*** Thanks to everyone for reading my book, I hope you enjoyed the story! It was my first attempt at writing a story and I'm looking forward to write again. I know this book has a lot of faults but I tried my best and I think for someone who is not a native English speaker I did at least good 😅 I always loved story's about dragons and in general all supernatural things ( Books, films and so on) I don't know if I made myself clear in the book as why the Dragons are so alike the werewolfs (like from other novels) so I explain it a bit more :

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

Around her, the battlefield blurred into mist. Iris stood there, bathed in moonlight. “You are stronger than this,” Iris murmured. “But strength means nothing without love. You must remind them what they fight for.” “I don’t know how,” Liora whispered brokenly. “They don’t listen. They want war.” “Then show them something greater than war.” --- Scene 6: Flames and Shadows Liora’s eyes snapped open, glowing brighter than the fractured moon above. She threw back her head and howled. The sound rolled across the plains like a wave of thunder, freezing every wolf mid-battle. Even the fire seemed to hesitate.

~ BRIAN ~ For some reason, Lyric had been extremely worried about this war. Of course, she had to be worried, but it felt like she was worrying way too much. As though there was something she knew that she wasn't telling me. "Here's the file for the warriors." Jordan pulled me out of my train of thoughts, dumping a textbooklike file in front of me. "Oh, okay, thank you." I said and opened the first page, reading through the profile and strength of the Warriors.

He shoved the book back onto the shelf, a little too forcefully. He stood, his movements stiff, deliberate. He straightened his shirt, ran a hand through his hair. The Alpha Heir reassembled. The ghost of Novah Thorne locked away again, deep inside, where Loveth’s poison couldn’t quite reach. Where the desperate, hopeless love continued to beat, a prisoner’s heart counting down the days in a cell of his own making. He walked out of the library. In the corridor, two young warriors dipped their heads respectfully. "Alpha Heir."

“ Little commander, what do I do with you? Thinking you rule the world because the goddess in all her infinite mercy bestowed you with a wolf as powerful as Fenrir. And now we are trapped fighting in the war on opposite sides.” “I'm not fighting a war. I'm getting rid of a power- hungry monster like you.” The air between us was charged with our hatred for each other. As we ran towards each other with hatred fuelling our movements. We collided in the center of the hall. Auriel was fast, faster that any man his age had a right to be, it was clear he was on something. He caught my hand mid punch as he slammed me into a pillar, the stone shattered against my spine, the impact rattling my brain i

She had made decisions without consulting him and he had tried to be patient, trying to earn her trust and her heart. There were moments he thought they had a breakthrough and then something would happen. He would screw up. Her secrets. There was just too much moving in the shadows and darkness. Along with the appearance of this witch runner, his fated mate shattering before him, the conniving Amato bloodline trying to wield power they thought they had, the pressure from the Elder Council, and the World Council’s inevitable interference were all heavy on his back. The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as he reached the edge of the bed. His body loomed over the bed. His shadow overtook her