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She thrusts her hands towards me and the weight in my pocket disappears in the same instant that the oversized leather wrapped tome appears in her grasp. “How....” I open my cloak and check my pocket in astonishment. I can clearly see that it is the same book, materialised out of thin air, but my mind cannot grasp how such a thing is possible. “As I said, you have no idea what lies beyond Blackledge. Now it is time I took my leave. Your father is looking for you and I have no desire to engage him at present. If you decide to break out of your gilded cage, I suggest you make your way north, through Blackledge forest and towards the islands. You will find some enlightenment to set you on your

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

I was so full of excitement that I had not noticed Lucian had written something for me. I strained my eyes to read what he wrote and it read, “Sorry I left hurriedly, I had to go back. See you at the ceremony, Lucian”

Isolde whispered, her words dripping with a chilling finality. Elder Noble’s strength waned, and his legs gave way beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, his life slipping away with every passing second. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was Isolde’s cold, unfeeling eyes, a silent reminder that within the coven’s shadowed depths, secrets had a way of being silenced, no matter the cost.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

"Yes, Lucia. He is indeed that cursed man, the magical healer's son." "It is my pleasure to meet you, Lucia." "Hello." She smiled. "Anyway, we have to hurry. I already know where is Orion. One of my smoked men told me the information." "Really?" I said. She nodded. We then headed to the deepest part of the River of Flames. Lucia said it is the nest of Nerissa and where she brings the men she lures. We hid to a large stone first when we saw that there were three another monsters guarding the stone door. They were not like the tiger monsters earlier. This one has man form but the face is no human, but a monster that is really creepy. However, I know they can still manage this if we just exert

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

Now, there was no body, and the human slave was nowhere to be found. Lord Mortis heard the sounds of footsteps approaching and immediately straightened, gathering his expressions to appear somber. A loud rapping sounded at the door, but before he could respond, the door swung open, and Lady Nymeria rushed in. Her eyes were wide with shock and disbelief, hair flying around, her usually composed expression nowhere to be found.

Liora had returned, watching my flank, her guilt bleeding into every strike. We cut through them. Until the center opened. And then I saw him. Aedric’s corpse still lay where I had left it days ago, pierced through the heart. But he stood now, behind it, reborn or reassembled, eyes hollow and wrong. Necromancy. Old. Forbidden. He smiled, lips cracked with dried blood. “You missed,” he said. I should have known death wouldn't be enough. He raised his hand, and the corpses of our fallen rose with him.