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It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

you. I am sorry buddy. I can't help you" The Vampire frowns hearing her. He goes near her and asks her "May I help you miss. You are wounded" The girl gives him a small smile and shakes her head in no. He looks at the dog and asks her "Is this your dog?" The girl shakes her head in no. She tells him "He is not mine but I wish he gets a owner" The Vampire asks her "Why don't you take him with you. He seems attached to you" The girl smiles and tells him "They are the faithful animals Sir. They get attached to people easily. They will be forever with you if you feed them once" The Vampire nods hearing her. He asks her "What happened to you miss. Why are you wounded?" The girl smiles at him and

Lupita assured him that they never had the courage to look at a single letter. Once she arrived, and under the light of a candle and an old desk, she opened the manuscript and found her mother's story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Manuscript; When I arrived at my beloved Del Valle's apartment early that afternoon, the curtains were drawn, and behind them, the bright tropical sun left the room in a kind of perpetual twilight. Everything was perfect, spotless and tidy, as if it were a nun's quarters. The only evidence of life was a glass bookcase that housed three volumes: Wiseguy, Donnie Brasco and Mo

I nodded, understanding what he was saying. I looked at Jonathan with sorrowful eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks because I had to leave him. ‘When will our suffering end?’ I wondered while my doleful gaze fixed on my Jonathan. "Mia, you need to go, please. You have to understand, Jonathan is craving human blood, he is not in his senses, and he gets mad after seeing a human." As James explained things to me, I cast one final gloomy glance at Jonathan before departing with James. ***

Shayari heard Rashmi's voice who is smirking at her Rashmi has come 2 days ago and will go after Shayari's wedding only her family members will come on the wedding day itself. (Rashmi is Shayari's college friend if you all have forgotten about her. She came in chapter 4) " What do you want Rashmi? "Shayari asked looking a bit pissed on her friend who is continuously taunting her " I want to know are you sure you want to marry this Aarif? I mean yeah he is fine but That Sheerazi guy is sooooooo hottttttttt. I mean just look at him. Dominance is oozing out of his personality. Yes his brother looks exactly like him but man his personality is totally different his aloof nature gives him a bad bo

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

The blue holy flame who could incinerate even the heavens. "So you heard about this? I must commend you on your knowledge," Warren said. He looked down on James in every aspect. Because of the pain he suffered because of him, Warren had to grow stronger. By mere coincidence he staggered upon that power. "It is said that King Cole was always accompanied by a kirin who could use the blue flame. But that was just a myth. There is no such creature that exists anywhere in this world," James refuted Warren. But Warren shook his head.

Okay now 😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. This is the end. Don't forget to comment and vote for the final chapter!❎ -Rama There are a couple Werewolf books up on my Instagram profile. ✴To be the second ✴The Tales Of A Pregnant And Rejected Luna ✴The Bad Boy Is A Werewolf ✴His Hidden Child ✴Maid For the alpha Some Romance Fantasy ✴Winter's storm ✴ Within The Flames Of Anger And many other genres I think you'll enjoy. Check them out! And do bring forget to give me some feedback.

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

She needed to find him as quickly as possible, before his blood became bad and before her beauty started to deteriorate. And if she wasn't able to locate him, then what would happen? She was so enraged that she stormed down the stairs and into her workroom, where she rounded up a number of books and arranged them on the table in front of her. After taking a seat on a tall stool, she opened the first grimoire with great care. The parchment was brittle and yellowed with age, and in some spots it was falling apart. Rama climbed up onto the table and sat there with his bright yellow eyes fixed intently on Raquel as she flipped through the pages.