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He is just plain nice and really fine. I place the book on my lap and open the first page, there is a diagram of two celtic wolves anchoring the title. I run my hands over the diagram feeling a dort of weird connection to the wolves. I blink. Is that even possible? "So Mikrös, tell me something I don't know." Ronan says, cutting me out of my reverie. "I will, if you stop calling me Mikrös." Roman throws his head back in laughter and I watch him. He looks peaceful, almost like he has nothing on him. My shoulders slump.

Another cart of food was brought in, and we quickly dug in whilst getting back to sorting through the mountain of ancient tomes. After eating my fill of fruit tarts, and honeyed pastries, I plopped down on Azrael’s lap. Together we sat at the desk along the far wall, facing Orion who was seated on the sofa across the room. Nestled against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder, I began to scan the pages he flitted through. Most were legends about the beasts and how they’d travel throughout the cosmos, both omniscient and immortal. The pages were littered with smaller stories about knights waging wars in their names, and kingdoms not of this world making sacrifices in hopes of receiving a

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Walking over I let myself drop onto the stool, crossing my legs I look up at Neron expectantly. "The commander's men some years ago were bribed into killing a dragon. They attempted to bribe him as well, but he refused to be a part of their treasonous act. Knowing his men were going to betray the kingdom he was consumed with guilt but was far too afraid to turn to anyone for help. I'll never know why, but he was afraid of whoever was pulling the strings. I’ll bet the reason they killed him was so they could get their hands on his journal, you see Ian was known for writing everything down,” Neron informs us.

Her sword is swatting away more annoying angry goblins. Alexi turned to Alora with a sigh of regret and muttered, "oops, sorry." Alora grunted in response. Alexi and Nicolas saw a troop of vampire warriors headed in their direction. Mind linking Nicolas, "what about a fire tornado that will push them back?" "Let's do this," Nicolas said energetically. They have raised their hands and swirled the dirt around the new vampire warriors, transforming the dirt into a funnel of fire. The warriors that could escape ran the other direction away from the war.

“This is just like the papers that the witch had.” “It is.” She read some more. “But then a love between two witches changed the world. One had skin of bronze. The other had skin of gold .” “Do you know much about Grace Moon?” “I went to a book conference about six years ago, and she signed some of my books.” She lowered and pulled them out. “These ten books right here are the Cravings Series.” “What was it about?”

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

Bryat pulls her closer and nods once. “And this is Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie,” Thoran points to the remaining pair. “Of the Lunar Pack.” They bow slightly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I am honored to have become your ally,” the man’s voice is deep… impossibly deep. It vibrates through my chest, sending chills down my spine. “You as well,” Martin bows his head. “This is my mate, Marcie,” Caleb says. She may be a werewolf, but her eyes are as sharp as a cat’s. She gracefully nods with a calm, soft smile.

I was so happy to be home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ For the next couple of hours I told mom and dad all about school.. and held my baby brother. He’d gotten so big since I’d seen him last. Then I went upstairs to Cristoff’s room and knocked on the door. “Come in!” He called. I went inside to see him reading some kind of graphic novel. He loved anime and anything remotely like it. “Half an hour?” I asked him. He looked up from the book and grinned at me. “Bet I can beat you…” he said.

Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep. “We gotta—” she started, but a loud snap cut through, close and mean. The floor bucked, the house groaning like it was dying, and Roman yanked her toward the door as plaster crashed down. They stumbled out into the storm, mud sucking at her boots, rain stinging her face.