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I didn't check it. I just lay there in the dark, in Zyran's bed, and let the numbness wash over me. It was better than feeling. AUTHOR'S NOTE: MYRA :( MY POOR BABY. ZYRAN CAN BE A JERK SOMETIMES. ANYWAY, PLEASE DROP YOUR OPINIONS OF THIS CHAPTER, IT MEAN A LOT TO NE TO HEAR FEEDBACKS. LOVE, WREN GRAY. Anything was better than feeling.

She was very wrong. “What do you mean by that! Y- You crazy girl! You’ve basically made a pact with devil! I told you not to speak to that man!” Her pale face was ashen, her hands clutched her head at her approaching migraine, but most of all, she prominently glared at Alexis. Then as if losing all hope her hands fell dramatically to her side, “The Kaedmen Empire has no hope…” she muttered with desolate eyes that stared up at the ceiling, searching for some kind of light. Hector was also exactly the same, except a much more milder version. He pinched the bridge of his nose with an annoyed expression as he summoned mountains of book. Some related to Vampires and others that might just help th

My wolf snarled under my skin. I took it without a pause and sliced my palm deep, hot blood swelled immediately, dripping down my wrist. I raised my hand over the black chalice. The blood stained the rim as it dripped into the small bowl. Ronan smiled thinly. “Drink.” Valen shifted beside me. “Zyros...” I didn’t let him finish. I lifted the chalice and swallowed its contents and almost immediately, I saw iron, then fire, then ashes. The taste was something I couldn’t describe but it scorched down my throat like molten stone. My chest seized instantly and my muscles locked tight. I staggered backwards, knees nearly buckling. Pain so raw ripped through my body, spreading fast. My veins crawled

I nodded my eye's refusing to leave the gift that was before us. Just before I stepped out she opened her eyes. A lovely shade of golden brown, resting directly on me. She smiled just as the doors closed and the thing began to move away. THE END OF PART 1 AZIAN PRINCE OF DRAGONS.

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

Tyrion is her boyfriend and she abducted me. I looked up at her. “I know Tyrion as the Alpha Prince’s Beta, but I have nothing in common with him.” “He was your childhood friend, so quit lying.” I nodded. “Agreed! We were friends but not anymore. We don't even cross each other's path.” I swallowed hard. “I have never spoken to him, so please let me go. I will avoid him if he dares approach me—we have nothing in common.”

she paused glancing at Anna, " but you will be different, You're now witch and vamp, Anna." "She's like Khloe?" Liam asked. "Yes, hybrids of vampire high class are powerful," Abigail replied. "I'm immortal?" Anna stated. Abigail nodded, "you are." ------------------- [A/N] Hey Ya'll. I hope you're all doing fine. I saw that book 2 reached 54 reviews and I want to thank all of you for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it. As promised, here is the first chapter of BOOK 3, Azian prince of Dragons. Please leave a comment and a review. I'm back in school so it is impossible for daily updates at the moment, however, I will try to release a chapter once a week (I'm not promising).

“Not at all. In the second book, she ditches him and hooks up with Rhysand.” “Oh my God. Then what was the point of this book? Why is everything a drawn-out series these days? A book should be good all by itself!” Andre glanced at me, then let out a long sigh. “I hurt your feelings, didn’t I?” “No, it’s fine.” “You told me not to hold back!” he argued weakly. “I thought you would dislike my book too, and we would have some good banter back and forth about it.” “I’m surprised you hated it that much, but I’m not offended.” I refilled my drink from the pitcher. “Although my opinion of you has dropped significantly.”

I came with a muffled scream around Kairos’s cock, thighs trembling violently as Rhysand licked me through every wave, drinking down everything I gave him. They didn’t let me recover. Rhysand stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and positioned himself behind me. “My turn to feel this tight cunt again.” In one brutal thrust, he slammed into me to the hilt. I screamed around Kairos’s cock, the stretch burning so perfectly.

“Why would I ever do that?” Rhys’s lips twitch. “You tell me.” He reaches down and picks up one of the books, turning it in his large hands. “The History of Lycan Clans,” he reads aloud. “I don’t recall this being part of your study regimen.” Hope opens her mouth, but before she can speak, I step forward. “It’s mine, Captain.” Rhys turns his head toward me, his sharp eyes raking over me from head to toe. I straighten my spine despite the tremor running through me.