Rise Of The Golden Idol Chapter 3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I’m announcing it tomorrow at the gala. Bianca will be by my side. You can have the bakery and enough money to disappear. Just sign them and don't make a scene." He headed upstairs without waiting for an answer. Ivy sat in the dark. She didn't cry. Instead, she reached into the hidden pocket of her oversized sweater and pulled out a sleek, gold phone. It was much thinner and more expensive than the one Julian had bought for her. She pressed a button. "Grandfather," Ivy said. Her voice was no longer soft. It was sharp and cold. "The three years are up. He just handed me the papers." "Good," an old man’s voice answered. "The St. Claire private jet is landing in an hour. Your teams are ready.

Nicoria with anger hooded eyes stared at the book, “Lost Will Be found…A Fragile Soul…Rise in Power” Nicoria shouted angrily, “I know about mine. I command you to reveal the prophecy of that human”. The book of prophecy repeated, “A fragile soul … Rise in power…A fragile soul…Rise in power” by the end of the word, the pyre begins to grow in the same place which was lit before. Nicoria yelled at the book, “What does it mean? Is she going to be my rival?” pointing Akshara and asked the book to be more clear in its words.

'' Yes it's like the flow of water '' he replied . '' NOw try to release it now '' she remarked . '' Yeah '' said he . Suddenly the power was released within his body and the tree broke down . '' You did it '' exclaimed Celia . '' Yeah '' he was surprised . '' Too soon to celebrate let him try himself '' remarked Albert . '' Yes i will try '' said Arthur . '' Feel the magic within yourself and release '' the moment he did that a golden light emitted from his hand and the tree was frozen with gold .

“Normally, we don’t proactively capture 3rd rank high-grade warriors, but the Sea Angels Alliance is organizing a gladiator tournament in 2 years’ time.” After saying this, he paused a bit to let his words sink into the soldiers before he continued. “The scale of the tournament is going to be very big, and so are the rewards. We naturally want to participate, so that’s why we are attacking fleets and capturing their soldiers.” “Do not even think about escaping, as out doctors already planted explosive devices in your brains after we knocked you out. Any stupid attempt to escape; BOOM…, you’re dead.” He said with a grin on his face while suddenly raising his left hand that held in it an egg.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Reading passages, finding nothing useful. Then Gray pulled out an old leather-bound book from the back of the highest shelf. "This one looks ancient," he said. The cover was cracked. The pages were yellowed and fragile. The text was written in an old script that was hard to read. But there. On page seventy-three. A chapter titled "The Resurrection of the Fallen." My hands shook as I read. "What does it say?" Gray asked. I read aloud. "To resurrect one who has fallen to mortal wounds but whose essence remains, three offerings must be made. The Mighty Alpha Soul. The Maiden Soul. And the Ancient Wolf Soul."

Behind us, the jailer stepped toward the abyss. Silver light spread across the city once more. The golden eyes brightened in response. Two ancient powers preparing for war. And somehow— Somehow— I had become part of it. The ground exploded beneath us. A shockwave hurled everyone forward. Buildings collapsed. Streets shattered. The city screamed. I turned one last time. The jailer stood alone before the abyss. A single silver figure facing a nightmare large enough to swallow kingdoms. Then the creature beneath the city began to rise.

Alaric nodded. “And you gave him exactly what he needed.” Cassian looked at me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he took my hand. “I don’t regret choosing you.” I looked into his eyes. “Neither do I.” The book suddenly turned another page. A new symbol appeared. A crown. But beneath it was a warning. THE QUEEN’S POWER HAS THREE STAGES. THE BLOOD. THE CROWN. THE GATE. I read it twice. “What happens at the third stage?”

They had no idea what they’d just set free. I clutched the journal to my chest and smiled through my tears. It wasn’t a happy smile. It was something darker. Hungrier. Three days until I had to leave. Three days until my new life began. And one day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, I would return. Not as the powerless, wolfless girl they’d thrown away. But as a queen.

She screams loud and all the lit fire blew more and when she stopped screaming, the fire returned to normal) VERA: Bow to the rise of the sorceress (everyone bowed except Maya, Mika and Sig) LISA: (she looked at the army she was facing who all bowed then she moved closer to Makeith, chanted some spell and he resurrected) Look up, people (everyone raised their head and saw Makeith then they all made different loud victory sounds) Welcome back, Makeith MAKEITH: Thank you my lady, for granting me a new life (crowed cheers and Rose tried to heal her wound which no one was paying attention to and wrist sealed a little but not completely, then she fainted)