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The leather cover was worn out, no title or sigils, on the book either. Which meant the book wasn't kept for record. It was meant to be hidden. So I pulled the book out. The cover made a cracking sound when I opened it the pages brittle but still intact. The writing inside was sharp. Precise. Controlled. Not the careless script of a soldier. The deliberate hand of someone who expected to be remembered. My eyes dropped to the first page. Commander Alaric Veyne Nightbane War Council The name meant nothing— But the title did.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the heavy iron doors of the foyer suddenly flew open, revealing Blood Knight Lucien Bloodworth holding a sealed, blood-red scroll. "Madam Lyra," Lucien spoke, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "The Crimson Royal Council has just issued an emergency decree; Prince Cassius's right to the Nightbane resources has been legally challenged by a signed affidavit from Alpha Garrick."

I saw darkness for a moment as a wave of doom swept across me. “Mag…Ma…Mag…” The name was too heavy for me to spell out. Fear struck me tenfold! Magnon? This was a name pulled from ancient wolf scripture. A name that evoked terror even by the mere thought of it. A name feared by packs around the world. The creature who was exiled hundreds of years ago and the supernatural realm lived so peacefully after that.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

he asked, his tone cold, clipped. Celeste's grandfather raised his hands in a calming gesture. "Relax, son. I mean no harm." My uncle didn’t relax. If anything, he seemed more on edge. “That marking,” Grandpa Marcus pointed at his hand. “I’ve seen it before, in the old texts and all my lifetime, I’ve only met one person from your bloodline. The Nightbane are one of the most powerful werewolf families in history. Their pack, their military ruling and all is still being used to teach young warriors these days. I just find it curious. It’s been a long time since I’ve met or heard someone from your bloodline. Your kind rarely shows themselves anymore.”

I am a little worried but I’m glad that I get to leave my shit show of a life behind really. I guess I feel safe here, I haven’t really ever felt safe not even with Jack, especially after that night. I guess I wasn’t as happy as I thought. Nep laughed “Shit show of a life hey?” FUCK! “Yeah, look I keep forgetting! That’s a hard one to wrap my head around.” Stella mumbled as she covered her face with her hands. James looked almost angry, Stella was about to ask what was wrong when Nep patted her on the shoulder “It’s okay, like I said once you go through your first full mood everything kind of becomes easier especially when you get to meet your wolf. Oh James we should get the other bittens t

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all

"Then so be it. I will not be their pawn, though. Not yours, not Revan's, not the Council's. Revan's jaw tightened. Then he nodded slowly. We then battle alongside you. The courtyard was pandemonium. Shadows danced in unnatural ways, stone walls were licked by flames, and council guards shouted. A tall man came forward. Though his face was obscured, his voice sent shivers down my spine. Lora from the Black Moon. I stayed still. Who wants to know? "I am Nightbane. Herald of the Void. And I have come for your child." Revan stepped forward. "You’ll have to go through me." "Gladly." Darkborn soldiers moved forward. Revan and Jordan plunged into the battle. Claws, fangs, flames.

she called, voice clear and pure, “on this sacred night, we call upon You. Let Your light fall upon Your chosen son. Reveal to him the mate You have marked.” The pack answered in low, rhythmic words. Power stirred in the air, prickling over my skin. “Prince Lucian Nightbane,” Nyra said. “Step forward.” He did, shirtless now, only a simple chain and moonstone around his neck, loose black trousers at his hips. The runes on the altar stone brightened beneath his bare feet. The full moon pushed through thinning clouds. Silver light poured over the clearing, over Lucian’s bare chest, over the circle, over all of us.

He was walking out of his tent and following the young guardian that came with the news and met Gabriel, who was dead serious and apparently waiting for him. “Master, I’m ready to leave.” “Good. Help out Rania, she needs help dealing with the 9th Master.” “Yes, sir.” In a minute, his steps took him to the north area, where most of the people who engaged in battle were resting, and the two injured men from Master Brenna’s group waited inside a tent, screaming in pain. Immediately he noticed the problem, as the flesh continued to burn even though they were no longer being attacked. Not only that, but it seemed that these men’s own regenerative abilities did nothing to help, as if their spiritu