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Then it opened its beak and let out a sound no raven should make—a low, human whisper. My Luna’s name. Once and clear. Before it launched into the storm and vanished south. I stared after it. The riders waited. I kicked my horse forward. The snow swallowed our tracks behind us. But I knew now—whatever waited in Ravaryn wasn’t waiting anymore. It was coming for us.

I needed to find a way to protect myself or I would die in this castle. I will die powerless. ***Authors Note*** What are your thoughts on this chapter? Please leave your thoughts, comments and votes on the chapter. Chapter soundtrack: Everybody wants to rule the world by Tears for fears

Isabella moved first. The struggle was quick, brutal in its efficiency rather than gore. Aura lunged, the vial flashing. Isabella knocked the hand aside, the vial skittering and shattering against the hearth. The sound seemed to make time tilt. Aura advanced with a cry, fingers reaching for Isabella’s throat. Isabella fought like a mother possessed. She struck, shoved, used the bookend to batter open space between them. In the scuffle, Aura slipped on the spilled preserves and went down hard. The bookend clanged. For an instant, neither moved.

She intended to inform the elders that she would be marrying Bruno soon. Knock-Knock… "Come in," she called out. A maid entered and bowed, "Alpha. This is for you." She handed her a letter. Triana took the letter and frowned a little. "What is it?" She asked her eyes on the letter. "Warrior Bruno sends this to you," the maid replied. Triana’s lips curled into a smile when she heard it was from Bruno. "You can leave." She waved her hand, signaling her to leave. Triana hurriedly opened the letter as soon as the maid left and began to read.

This story is entirely fictional. All places, names, characters, and settings of the novel are entirely fictional. They are in no way tied to real world events, or ongoing situations, besieged by the current society, although similarities can occur from time to time, during reading. By reading this novel, you do not hold the author responsible.

She entered her favorite online novel app, her fingers moving nimbly searching for a title by the author who could always dive into the depths of her heart: **Lady-Noir**. Aurora gave a bitter smile as she began reading the latest chapter. The main character in the novel—a woman trapped in a complicated whirlpool of fate—always felt like a reflection of herself. Someone who had to keep pretending to be whole even though her soul was cracked everywhere. She drowned herself in those lines of words, trying to forget her reality for a moment. "Rory?" The voice broke Aurora’s concentration. She looked up quickly, her eyes widening in shock. A woman with short brown hair in stylish office attire s

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“Be brave enough to live the life of your dreams according to your vision and purpose instead of the expectations and opinions of other” – Roy. T. Bennett Aurora spent most of her time in her father’s library, reading, studying and learning new stuffs about the universe, the guardian, the royal line and the founding fathers’. These books and script could only be found in two places ; the king’s personal library and the her father’s personal library, which is strictly out of bound and only open to the chosen beings, having the ability to teleport herself, aurora was able to gain access into them as no one dares enter the libraries to avoid the death penalty. In the course of her research, au

An unintentional trespasser in a world that didn't welcome mistakes. I opened the file, feeling like I was opening Pandora's Box. Name: Rainora Adderman. Age: 22. Background: Hailing from a small town called Westbridge, her father had disappeared without a trace years ago, leaving her mother to raise her and her younger brother, Arin, who was struggling with cystic fibrosis. Poor. She'd only recently arrived in New York, brought here by a friend's generosity--Eunice. She was working

The evidence she believed could change everything. He rose from the bed, pulled on his slippers, and moved to the window draped in rich milk-colored curtains, edged with gold. He pulled them aside and stared at the morning light. "She won’t stop. She’ll do exactly what she did years ago. And I can’t let her have her way this time." *** The breakfast room was unusually empty. Riele moved quietly, plating her meal as she muttered under her breath, “What the hell is going on?” Selena entered, scanning the room. Only Riele sat at the table.