Miskos Treasure Heroines Manuscript Novels & Stories

“We were given knowledge by our divine Goddess. You, Mi Rey, are different. I do not know all, but I swear on you that you are the king who has the very blood of the three goddesses running through your veins, more than any king before you have. “The three goddesses? This sounds like a fucking fairytale.” I snarl. “It is the truth, Mi Rey. You are special, known as El de ahora y para siempre Rey Carmesí. The blood of Goddess Hecate and the Shamed Goddess Circe is strongest within you, since Roja herself. Something that has made those who wish to bring down this very barrier want to destroy you. And you see, Mi Rey, you have a weakness. Your love for La Reina Asheton knows no bounds, and this

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

Then my wolf surged forward. Violently. Desperately. A scent. Faint. But there. My eyes widened. No. Impossible. I lifted the fabric closer. Breathed in again. Once. Twice. Three times. And suddenly every hair on my body stood on end. Moonstone. Fresh Moonstone scent. Not old. Not weathered. Not three months washed by the sea. Fresh. Recent. Very recent. The warrior's voice trembled. "We found it trapped between the coastal rocks, Alpha."

Misan turned to him, cupped his face, and looked him in the eyes. “No one can take me away. Tomorrow, I’ll tell him everything about us. I’ll end it so he won’t keep hoping. You’re the one I love, not him. Don’t ever think otherwise,” she said. Rycon smiled and kissed her deeply. They floated beneath the moonlight, their lips entwined in a kiss seen by the stars above. The Next Day... Misan was assigned to clean the palace library. While dusting the tall bookshelves, a strange book floating above a small table caught her attention. Surrounded by a black aura and flipping pages on its own, the book glowed ominously.

After what felt like another hour, the spell dissolved and the vault clicked open. "Yes!!" I cheered, yanking it wide. Inside was my final reward a single piece of paper. I read the words slowly, committing them to memory: [Strength and weakness of a pack is their artifact gifted by the Moon Goddess.] I stared at it, totally confused. What did this even mean? Why was this my prize? Had someone messed with it? The only person who came to mind was... "Alpha Vaerith..."

God willing. THE END Thank you all for reading my book Lost Treasure till the end. I think what to learn from this story is that, love, respect, appreciate and celebrate your loved ones when they are still alive. Never take anyone who truly loves you for granted. Be conscious of these facts, life is short and remember in anything you do, make sure you are at peace with God. Thank you all, God bless you for reading. I will wait to see your reviews and feedback. I love you all By the author::Bricelegend Nducho Completed on 1st of December 2021

Kenna explains. My eyes catch on the roses. I vaguely remember Blake mentioning Misty’s name several times in my haze. She’s supposedly a gifted healer, isn’t she? I know a lot about her since she lives in Crescent Falls. She’s a writer and historian now, but she went through the Great War of Tarsian, the hero, they say, of the war that took the lives of her grandparents. I’ve read her books. I’ve seen her picture on the back. I’ve seen her golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. “Will you thank Princess Misty for me?”

Helen was about to blurt out that it was the account books, but Carissa interjected first, "They are some old manuscripts for Grand Princess Eleanor to review." The steward's eyes brightened at the mention of manuscripts. Could they be Kyle's manuscripts? He immediately ordered refreshments to be served, then went to report to Eleanor and Jessica. "Manuscripts? Kyle's?" Eleanor asked slowly. "I'm not sure. She didn't say, and I didn't dare to ask," the steward replied. Jessica had only recently learned about the Mystic Pearls and the three thousand silver coins, which had left her very angry. Now, seeing that they had brought manuscripts, she sneered, "Aunt Helen probably thinks that she off

Well, not so good for me, if I was actually under attack from someone and needed help. Morris, who was sleeping, startled awake at the commotion I made and checked out his surroundings alertly. On seeing that it was just me, he went back to sleep after casting an annoyed glance at me for disturbing his sleep. I sighed. Even my cat wouldn’t take me seriously, and I am supposed to be a Goddess? It was just not believable. Surely, she must have gotten the wrong person. I was definitely not Goddess material. But then I remembered the black mist coming from my hands and sighed. How could that be explained if I was a normal human? Nothing made sense anymore. I was totally confused and exhausted. I

She had pushed herself to the limit, alternating between running as a wolf and a human to cover ground as fast as possible. ​She placed a hand on her stomach. "Hang in there, little one," she breathed. ​The weather was so hot, and the heat made her head spin. She tried to take another step toward a building, but the world began to tilt. Her knees buckled, and the ground rushed up to meet her. Everything went black. ​When she finally opened her eyes, she was lying on a soft bed. The room smelled of dried herbs and old parchment. Strange charms hung from the ceiling, and glass jars filled with colorful liquids lined the shelves.