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Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the God of War, Ares that makes it so much powerful. “This is the extent of my help.” He said “This is such a precious thing to hand me. Are you sure it’s just right to give me this?” He’s still hesitant to receive such grace “Yes. I know that my sword is in good hands” he simply said and smiled “From today on, you’ll be taking place on this world. This will be your new home.” He added as he handed him the ring and the sword

She watched and waited, hoping for a sign that her claiming had worked and Calistè frowned and nudged her away. “Excuse me,” Calistè frowned. “You think you can just tell anything to the beast and expect it to believe you? Use the spells in the book.” “What book?” Rhea stared at her. “The one in the book you saw about him of course,” Calistè replied. “Or do you want me to spell it out to everyone that the lycan king keeps a diary.” “How do you know about my father’s diary?” Rhea stared at her. “And mind you, it’s not a diary. It’s his secret book where he keeps the records of all the evil stuffs that he’s done over the years.”

"As you are well aware, I am recruiting allies to find your sister. If she finds out what my clan was destroyed for, and she gets her hands on it, we will all perish. As you can see, I have Alpha Jayce and Alpha Jonah here. They have both agreed to join our cause. Jayce has his own reasons for joining, and I don't care about them. But I will say now, Jayce, if you let your personal Vendetta interfere with mine, I will kill you myself. I want groups of warriors to be put together and sent out to find allies for us. Statham, as you have been dealing with the vampires when they approached you, I want you to contact Sebastian Stormcloak and see where his allegiance lies. Let him know it is me th

Beating her onyx wings she lifted herself up, a smile on her face. “Would you two stop dicking around?” My eldest son, Sabrael drawled, walking into the training ring. A small blonde human tucked up against him, her smile bright as she looked up at him. Sabrael too was a warrior like his sister, but where Vita was all bark and bite Sabrael was stealth and silence; which made him extremely dangerous. He had even been able to sneak up on me several times. He had a sarcastic sense of humor and his lips always curved up on one side in a perpetual smirk, his hair a tumble of deep chestnut brown and slightly wavy, framed his face.

Balthazar shook his head, his mind still working out what he saw. "What?" I asked. "There was something else. The book just kept repeating a verse over and over again." "What was it?" "Something the shadows whispered right before Nesrin had released Dela. 'One shall rise, one shall fall. In a fight of fire and ice, a phoenix will be reborn.' It said it over and over again," I furrowed my brow. "You never mentioned it before." Balthazar shook his head. "It wasn't me they spoke to. It was Balor, and I thought it came true when your mother died, so we never talked about it."

Ryland orders, shifting back to human form. You nod, the dagger’s weight a comforting presence. The pack gathers at the ridge’s edge, their eyes wide with fear. “This is it,” you say, your voice steady. “We fight for our future. For our children. For each other.” The pack howls, their voices merging into a unified roar. --- The fortress gates creak open, revealing a horde of rogues and elders. At their helm stands Elder Marus, his eyes glowing with malice. “You’re too late,” he sneers. “The shadow has risen.”

The Silvermoon Pack, the scrolls revealed, was founded on the ideals of balance and understanding, a beacon of hope in a world torn apart by conflict. The scrolls also revealed the origin of the ancient runes, the powerful symbols Lyra had used in the battle against the Obsidian Pack. They were not merely symbols of power; they were keys to unlocking a potent magic, a magic that could be used for both good and evil. The runes, the scrolls explained, were the remnants of a forgotten language, a language that spoke to the very heart of the earth, to the energies that flowed through the world. The mastery of the runes could bestow incredible power, but it also required a profound understanding

PROLOGUE The battlefield was ruined—scorched earth, broken stone, and skies ripped apart by magic that should never have existed. Mountains had crumbled into blackened dust. Rivers boiled and twisted away from their beds, fleeing the wrath that had been unleashed. The air reeked of ozone and blood, thick with the scent of burnt gods and shattered spells. Corpses lay strewn like forgotten relics—mortals, celestials, beasts of realms unnamed—all silenced by the cataclysm that had torn through reality.

Hidden deep in the center of the book. I paused, my breath catching. Etched in gold ink, surrounded by strange runes and symbol were the words. “When the she-wolf with the shadowed blood rises, four shall stand at her side but only one shall rule beside her. If the heart wavers, the pack will fall. If she chooses, the moon will bow.” My pulse quickened. “Aiden,” I called, my voice barely above a whisper. “Look at this.” He turned and walked over, curiosity flashing in his green eyes. His brows pulled together as he took the book from me and read the passage. Slowly. Carefully. His expression shifted from confusion to awe.

My ancestor, betrayed, her power stolen. ‎A wind roared, cold and sharp, and I stumbled, Rex’s arms catching me, his grip strong. “Talia,” he said, his voice urgent, his red eyes wide. “Stay with me.” ‎ ‎I nodded, my breath ragged, the warmth steadying, anchoring me. The runes glowed brighter, the ground shaking harder, and a light burst from the circle, soft but blinding, spreading outward. The air cleared, the bitterness fading, replaced by the scent of rain and new growth. The Ironclaw wolves gasped, their eyes brightening, their faces lifting, like they could feel it—the curse breaking, the land waking.