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A thing I was oddly happy about, it was almost like I had a piece of that asshole with me still. As I watched two of my children bicker and begin to come to blows I sighed. I had been granted a second chance, not by God, but by my own doing, as well as Verity’s and Shamshiels; I had no doubt those two had given heaven and hell the run around. Leaning back against the wall I smiled, life had truly become something worth living again. As Vita yelled obscenities at Sabael while they bloodied each other I tilted my head back, realizing for the first time since Verity and Shamshiel, I was content. My tie thrummed with emotion as it reached out and touched Yona’s, whose tie responded in kind.

It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not. Over time, I’ve realized that when I’m called, there is always a human who stands out to me, one who calls to me in some way or another. This time, when I felt the call to rise, it was Emmi who called to me. She was an orphan, someone who never had a family, but who always stood up for the underdog. She was the one who would walk through the forest and help the creatures who were injured or trapped. They responded to her, as they would have to me, with trust and affection.

“Princess, I know it’s not my place to question you, but I urge you to listen to what the boy says. In the year of the uprising, Lord Junco and your father often argued over how to govern the country. Junco favoured creating a census to keep records of all shifters and magic wielders to control the growing population. They soon outnumbered the humans. Your father opposed it fiercely, which caused debates and trust issues in almost every meeting. Junco and a few Lords eventually sided with your father after many meetings, while others opposed the decision. Junco lost a lot of things during the uprising. Those could have become motives.” I took a deep breath and let my shoulders fall. I hadn't

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

She was born in flames, and from these ashes she would rise—and destroy the entire damn system. --- In the background of a single penthouse far, far away, Adrian Sinclair gazed at the first headline brave enough to ask the question: **Who is behind Nova Ascendancy Group—and why are the titans of Wall Street terrified?** He smiled, the glint of a worthy adversary lighting up his single. "Well done, Natalie," he whispered. "The game is on."

sure that my son wins the games'' Alpha Damien said, he is the type of man that stands on the motion that a boy is better than a girl, he will do everything to make sure that his son beats every other competitor and most especially Kelvin and Sophie’s daughter. they started thinking of ways to make sure that his son beats all the children, being an extremely proud father, Damien had always made sure his son had the education, best teacher and the best training any man could have, he made sure to spend on his son, he is not only good looking but also smart and his idea of perfect, Phil has always being extraordinary, he had always made his parents proud, a young man who could fight and read

Not quite approval. “Of course,” he said. “You’re not new here.” A pause. “You’re just returning in a different position.” That wasn’t an answer. It was a deflection. Emma registered it—but before she could press— A knock. Alina stepped in, composed as ever. “Sir, the media presence has increased outside.” Emma’s attention snapped toward her. “Media?” Alina nodded once. “Your name is trending again.” Of course it was. Rowan didn’t react.

Zachary said coldly. The moment he finished speaking gasp filled the room and people started looking at the three of them with different kind of gaze, Some sympathetic,some with contempt. and they started commenting "This kid is really brave " "What do you mean by brave, don't you see he dug his own grave?" "Dearing to talk to King of jades like that ,I think he is tired of living" Hearing people sang his praise the man raised his head arrogantly. "Didn't you hear who I am?,what are you still waiting for?, hurry and apologize to me I can consider letting you work for me"

I search through the contacts, looking for Ethan's contact. 'What can you tell me about Rapture?' I text him. I watch as the three dots appear on the screen showing that he's typing. 'The rapture is an eschatological theological position held by some Christians, particularly within branches of American evangelicalism, consisting of an end-time event when all Christian believers who are alive, along with resurrected believers, will rise in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. -Wikipedia. I roll my eyes at his response. 'Arse.' I think to myself.

It was only the beginning of what came next. My kind was only called to rise when there was a large enough threat against the Goddess' creation. When monsters stopped hiding in shadows and evil grew bold enough to build empires in the light. That was why I had risen again. The realization settled over me like armor as I circled Vladimir, my paws scraping across centuries-old cobblestones slick with blood. Phoenix fire rolled over my fur in slow, deliberate waves, its warmth kissing my skin while the cool night air brushed against my muzzle. The scents of smoke, iron, magic, and blood swirled together until the battlefield carried a smell I knew all too well.