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“You’re serious, you’re not messing with me?” She shakes her head, “I swear to the goddess Tawny, this book has words. I’ll read it to you.” She clears her throat “Three gifts will be given to each of the chosen one’s Knights: The King, The Commander, The Councilor, and The Savior. Connected as one they will protect what she carries, and the realm from the destruction of the gods.” “Isn’t that what Ashe told you and Mathias?” “It is,” she answers me, her nose still stuck in the book. “I think it’s a prophecy or prophecies.” Lamia looks up and around at our surroundings. I think they are all prophecies. Ashe’s visions, past and present.”

I stoped trying for now and willed 3 snakes to come out of this lake, one head after another come out of it, then followed by the rest of their bodies, I willed my aura to penetrate their mind to see if they can thing or feel, or searching their memories for any reliable information that can answer some of my urgent yet predictable questions, but all I’ve got is that those snakes started to glow and then chrink to an inbeleiveble speed until they become three specs of shining lights, dark blue like the deapest part of an oscian, full of liveness but devoited of life. I try to inspect it more in depth inside then it was revealed, an intersection door lay before me inside this speck of lig

Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

Zhong Yu said. "OK, let me open it." King Qing Yuan opened the book and started to flipping the pages. "What is this? It's a daily dairy. You useless jerk." "I'm so sorry, Your Majesty." She said. The king gave her a last chance to get the book. Zhong Yu went back to Chenyin's room. She started to wait for the right time to get the book. In the other side, Chenguang went to the forest with the poison book. She came to Zhang Wei with the book.

With that, I vanished, rematerializing in Jerome's office. I instantly established a mental link with my men, conveying the details of my encounter with Layna and issuing orders to assemble our troops. We possessed various methods to disrupt magic, and we would employ every trick in the book to ensure our mission's success. I briefed Jerome and his men on the intel I'd gathered, and he swiftly relayed the information to his own team through a mental link. Our plan was taking shape: we would mobilize a formidable force to launch a surprise attack on the western settlement. My anger simmered just below the surface as I addressed Jerome and his men. "I want every last one of those Necromancers

I did the same thing and dissipated the fire. I, once again, used magic to unshelve every book off the shelves in his room. Silver spined books and glitter went flying everywhere in a whirlwind of fury as if the very air itself had erupted in a frenzy of chaos. Raphael used magic to part the whirlwind sending a silver glitter and book mess flying into all the adjacent walls. He snapped and produced a double-bladed staff. “Oh, playing dirty, are we?” I scoffed, as I snapped and produced a double set of samurai swords.

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

I started the viewing searching for Finnegan, needing to check in on her expedition. But where is she? Closing my eyes, I steady myself and try again. This time I see more steps. They go up … More bodies. This time they're all Silver Hunters. Only two of them still stand. Finnegan and a man. They pace around a platform, arguing loudly and waving their arms. I can't hear what they're saying, but I get the gist of it. They've failed the mission. They've lost the Golden Coin. Furious, I slam my fist onto the table. Stupid Silver Hunters! I should have never trusted them.

I would like to thank all of you who stuck with me through this series of books, and even those of you who have only read this book (or just two of the three). It has taken me a year to work through all three books, but I was determined to do my best to end the series on a sweet note. If you enjoyed this book and haven't read the other two in the series, please check out Under the Pale Moon (book 1) and Under the Blue Moon (book 2). Both are here on GN.

Something Elengard had brought her, to soothe her nerves today. And likely, to end her near-constant pacing. Which did seem to work. Bast willed it to always burn for her. Keeping the room cozy. She’d learned that when Elengard mentioned it a month ago. Book in lap, she was now absorbed in quests completed by a knight of the Round Table and his trusted friend, Merlinus. Elsabet’s attention lapsed from the book as she ran a hand through her hair. Instantly feeling a gaze on her, she looked around.