Novel & Cerita Pax Book 3

"Power? Dave, you are so limited. I don't want to rule the darkness; I want to become the source of it. This book contains the original incantation that binds the living to the void. Once I recite it, the barrier between this world and the chaos will dissolve. I will be the one who decides who lives and who is harvested." ​Laura’s mind raced. She looked at the map on her hand, now glowing with a rhythmic, fading violet light. She felt the connection—not just to the map, but to the codex itself. It was as if the book was calling to her, recognizing the same energy that surged through her veins. ​"Selene!" Laura hissed, glancing toward the woman who had brought them here.

Lastly, I'm so grateful for each one of my readers, you guy are as loyal as they come and I'm honestly very blessed, enjoyed dreading each comment and each review. oh before I forget, yeah, book 3 is based largely on some element san factors of book 1, so if you haven't read it yet, it would probably be in your best interest to get that covered. It is a small prequel of around 56k words, give or take. enjoy and have a great day!

Did the warlord authorize his immediate return to active duty? The exact second the mid-day rations break initializes, my unexpected manifestation triggers an explosion of frantic gossip across the entire hall. The violent events from the previous dawn are still burning fresh in everyone’s thoughts, fueling a massive wave of pack curiosity. While the low-tier grunts engage in wild speculation, Malik debates whether his boots should cross the boundary to approach my position. Just then, Rebekah strides out from the heavy rehearsal vault.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

“But she escaped.” “Yes,” Lucien says. “And the leash-holder remains.” The Axis hums—calm, grounded, resolute. This was not a victory. It was a declaration. The war has moved beyond faces and into systems. Beyond rituals and into belief. Book Three will not end with an enemy defeated. It will end with the world changed. And the next time someone offers safety with strings attached— They will remember today. Because I did not take their choice away. I showed them how it was being stolen.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

When one of the pigs moved from her left foot to her right, she stopped thinking altogether and gave way to the blissfulness of darkness. Because of this, she wasn’t aware of the myriad of arrows that pelleted the wild boars from all sides as Kendra and Rex raced in from one direction and the others rushed in from another. Confusion consumed the wild beasts as they jutted to and fro in a panicked furry. The one that was targeted by Kendra and Rex went down fairly quickly, but the other took its time. It looked like an oversized porcupine before it succumbed to the assault and fell to the ground.

Realization hit me as I looked up at a serious looking Alexander. "You Alexander are just as big of a manipulator as I am. We've been manipulating each other every step of the way. It seems you one upped me because I definitely said to much. To bad for you though I'm always 1000s of steps ahead and think of everything and had safety precautions up just in case. So the moment I restore this book they will activate. " I said as I flipped to the last page and restored it causing the book to illuminate power all over.

Like it’s watching me. I walk slowly along the nearest bookshelf, letting my fingers drift across the uneven spines of ancient tomes. Some are wrapped in leather, others in bark, stitched together with twine or thread that hums softly with forgotten magic. Most are written in languages I don’t recognize, but my fingers linger on them anyway, drawn by the residual warmth of something once powerful. From the hallway, I hear the unmistakable sound of Parker and Trixie bickering. “We wouldn’t have been stuck that long if someone hadn’t poked the jellyfish orb thing!” Trixie’s voice rises as her footsteps grow closer.

“Burn those journals for me, please. I never want to see them again. I never want to talk about it … or Rick. My past is the past, and all that’s connected to it doesn’t exist anymore. It all died with him. It’s a moot subject from here on in. Promise me.” It’s a stern-voiced command and Alexi has the sense to nod and say nothing. A moment of intense staring at my face before he shifts on his feet. He turns and walks to the table immediately, picking up the box and fishes around inside it for a moment, pushing the books aside. And I glance down at my feet, afraid to see him pull one out. I really cannot handle their existence in this room. He puts it back down and walks to me, something smal