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August arrives at the empress chamber's front door and asks Betty, the empress's personal maid, if the Empress is already sleeping. "Your Majesty, the empress is not yet asleep; instead, she requests books to read." "I see..." August said as he entered the room. He notices how dark the room is, and the single candle that is lit is near to the king size bed. "Are those some books that I requested?" "This story book is kind of interesting," Valerie continued as she waits for Betty's response, which she expects to be Betty. “Betty?” she called, noticing she hadn't gotten an answer in a minute.

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It might not be his actual death, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t feel real. “Are you okay?” Luka asked, returning to my side after defeating the Golem. “He… I…. He… What…” I stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence, let alone even form a solid thought. “Mercenaries are trained to kill themselves if they are captured. They are insanely loyal to their cause. He was never going to give up who sent him. But I already know.” “Then who?”

it said, A confused jason nodded and said the name while entering the portal, Great!, first illummino now the faery he thought, The light sucked him in and twirled him around for a second before dumping him on raw soil, he groaned before raising his head up, it was not what he expected. The sky was darkened withe the flames of a flying creature that attacked people, shadow warriors fought against men in armour with a flag raised high above that consisted of a rising sun and a flaming torch. For the first time ever, jason experienced a medieval blood bath, the streets were covered with the bodies of men, he watched terra and daren battle a creature that looked half gorilla and the rest of it

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Yet he crossed the distance within seconds with another human being as added weight. ‘Another human being?’ She’d caught the servants’ idle talk of rumors and prominent figures during the wars—of how some of them had surpassed the realm of humans and were deemed monsters clad in human skin. ‘He’s a monster.’ His other companions were down for the count, but they must be monsters in their own right as well. Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best.

She turned the page, her fingers tracing the edges of the paper. The next entry was dated, and the ink was a deep, vivid red. It was a story, told in the first person, of an encounter that took place in a dimly lit alley behind a bar. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a charged current that seemed to vibrate in the air. Pinky leaned in closer, her heart skipping a beat as she read the words.

Mercenaries! Jerome had told me about them in one of the training sessions. They weren't loyal to any particular pack but they served any and everybody. They were mercenaries and anyone who could, could hire them. Now I wondered who must have hired them against us and why? They poured out of the forest like ants from a broken mound. Their blades glinted and their arrows looked like it could slice through the air effortlessly. They weren’t here for me. I knew that instantly. Jerome hadn't trained me for nothing. Their focus was too sharp, too deliberate and it was on Jerome.

My eyes snapped open and I stood erect, wiping the cover of the book that was covered with runes and spells. I fingered the edge of the book and flipped the first page. The first page was in Latin but I couldn't understand what it meant. “Ego et tu unum sumus.” I read and then, an insane energy burst through my veins. A wild wind whipped across the clearing and the words started to make sense, Latin seemed like English to me. I felt the years of ancestry passing through my veins. I stared at my arms and slowly, a streak of blue veins started to crawl through my hands. The pages rapidly flipped till it landed on the part I needed, the blood spells.

Her tears kept falling as she spoke, and she stepped harder on the gas. The taste of blood filled my mouth. By then, I no longer had any strength left to speak. As I slowly closed my eyes, my hand fell limp. This time, I was truly leaving. … Third-Person Point of View After Tristan died, Maisie was lost for days. She kept replaying his final moments in the car and wondered what he had been thinking about. Why had he looked at her with such utter despair? She began to loathe herself. She couldn't understand how she had suddenly become so twisted and vile.