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July 19 finally came and that day, from the very morning, Meredith felt that the opponents were approaching. Around noon, she notified everyone: - The army will soon emerge from behind the trees, they will come from the forests to the east, I feel the very strong demon energy. There are a lot of them... More than we expected. They also took the worst scums from the Underworld with them, vampires, strigoi, trolls and other monsters, all children of the darkness.- Meredith said, staring at the forest wall.

I sighed with sarcasm in my voice, “Wonderful.” Selene added, “Once this is done, the wars will be over.” I asked, “Wars?” She explained, “At this very moment, Abby and Damian are preparing for their own war with dark witches and vampires. Theirs will be on a much larger scale, but they have the resources to defeat them.”

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

“No. Allow me to handle this. Just because I am no longer physically present here does not mean I wish to be excommunicated. Any way that my assistance can be of use, it would be my pleasure to help.” I grabbed the envelope from him skimming through the details turning to the next page. “That would be wonderful, actually. So as you will read, there has been a large gathering of rogue wolves all along the eastern seaboard running from the northeast to the south. Rogues? This cannot be a coincidence…

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**

What could it hurt, after all? "I am a Reaver," I purred, my voice low and smooth. Roxy's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing across her face. I was certain she had stumbled upon the chapters detailing my kind in the book she'd been reading. Three entire chapters were devoted to Reavers, and they were nestled near the beginning of the book. Given that she was now halfway through, I assumed she had already devoured those particular pages.

Cela replied. "Nanny Rita, you are not that old. You're only a decade older than me. You're just like my big sister. You and Doc Rio are still in your prime," Rolan said. "So what do you think, Cela?" Doc Rio asked. "Do you think our story could pass for a romantic novel?" "Oh, don't let Ivy hear that. She might follow up for the third book or ask for a fourth book," Cela joked. "But theirs is a good story, right?" Ivy said. "I might write it myself," she added.

, I hiss at him angrily. “Oh I see, our little red riding Hood turned feisty?”, alpha ace comments making me clench my hand in anger. The fear inside me turned to anger, so much anger that my body started producing magic without my knowledge. The green flames around the tips of my fingers came till my wrists.

This list came at the worst possible time for Clan Phoenix Gods, and especially Grisha. Regardless, the titles 'Ominous Paladin' and 'The Ghoul Reaper' swept the entire world off of its feet. The ripples become currents, and the currents become gigantic tides. The official forums were flooded with discussions attempting to decipher the identities and origins of the two new additions to the list.

Enter Stage Left Odin At the Fae Court I was walking through the thrones of the Fae Court, my body ached with pain from witnessing what had just transpired only a while ago. Never mind that I had also been fighting a war on another front, just as I normally do. War was in my blood. War was all I knew. However, this war—it felt different. In fact, it was entirely different. Whatever Elizabeth had been hiding and then scheming from us all these centuries ago, it was at a precipice, just waiting to explode and flood the world with her reign of Darkness.