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This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

“Somewhere, Elira lives. Unaware. Perhaps happy. Perhaps safe.” “And that,” Naeva said, “makes her the most dangerous of all.” The Council fell into murmured argument—names, spells, bloodlines, wild theories—but Elowen stared only at the vision’s after-image, slowly dissolving into air. A nameless girl. A sealed soul. A time bomb ticking in the hands of fate. The city hummed faintly beneath the night sky, a mosaic of lights blinking like fireflies caught in glass. Somewhere on the fifteenth floor of a sleek apartment tower, Dr. Caveen V. Landon stirred awake, his breath caught in his throat, heart racing against the silence.

Soon the afternoon came, and he had to quickly look for the creature he had just found clues through a dream a few days ago. "Damn it, because of last night's trouble, I had to be in this mess," Justin cursed, slamming his round steering wheel to the right, and driving down a quiet lane to Seoul. In his dream, there is a picture of the city of Seoul which is dominated by a very dense dark energy. This time the dream says that Justin must hunt the creature in Seoul. "Is the nine-tailed fox in Seoul now?" he muttered, accelerating the car through the towering yellow lights.

"Yvie!" I frowned and shook him off, snapping coolly, "Please watch yourself, Mr. Grant. If you came to apologize for Susie Grant, then you don't have to—I'm not interested." My coldness stung him, but he smiled wryly. "No, I didn't come for her." Then, taking a deep breath as if to steel himself, he looked at me with his bloodshot eyes as he said, "I came to apologize about what I'd done in our past lives. I know you reincarnated too, Yvie."

Lea begged, “Noah… he’s in the middle of a crisis so you need to handle him with care, please?” “Don't worry mother,” Drake said and then kissed her mother on her cheek, “I’m an expert in smooth talk.” ‘Of course, I won’t only talk to him…’ Drake smirked as he left the office, ‘cos that will be so boring… I'll cheer him up in my own way…’ *** Mi-Yeong and Hyuk-Jin Cheong just arrived in New York City yesterday, and they now hang around the famous tourist site in the city, the Liberty Statue.

He knelt before Drake on one knee, with one hand extended in front of him and the other folded behind him, with both the palms fisted and facing downwards. "I, Sean Joseph, the green dragon of the dragon race and the protector of the Ayur forests secrets, pledge my loyalties to Drake Hamilton, the orange dragon of the dragon race and the CEO of the Hamilton group" Sean pledged. When he opened the fist of the extended arm, Drake's name was floating just above the surface, before it disappeared under the flesh of his palm and disappearing from the view. Drake smiled with relief. He got up from his chair and hugged Sean and patted on his back.

Seun created a portal and they all escaped into it. "They appeared at the top of a skyscraper. Another large portal appeared at the top of the sky. And hundreds of hundreds, leading to thousands and ten thousands o f druids from Kela Town flew down from the portal, controlling the water from the ground and engaged in a hot sizzling battle with the soldiers of Olokun[This story is solely written by Victor Olusa]. Fire, rocks, air and water blades, trident blades clashed as they all fought courageously, each letting out a battle roar from their mouths.

The sweat clinging to my neck and chest turned cold when obsession burned bright within his eyes. “I think you do feel something for me, and I think that terrifies you.” Before I could lie through my teeth and deny his words, a loud shuffle came from further down the alley. Azrael cocked his head and turned so that his body shielded my own. Draco appeared from around the back end of an apartment building, emerging from the folds of someone’s bed sheets hanging out to dry. “Thanks for leaving me alone back there, Cujo! I could’ve been kidna—”

(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SOME DISTURBING ELEMENTS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) After an hour, Joonjae and Yoseob pulled up in front of The Institute of Mental Rehabilitation. "Is this the place?" Joonjae asked. "That's what the article mentioned," Yoseob replied. They were standing in front of a large, white building. The entrance was locked with a heavily padded iron gate and electric barb wires were placed all throughout the wall's perimeter.

Seoul, South Korea After the call with Chloe ended, Sara stood by the bed, staring down at the man who lay there in a drunken stupor. His shirt was off, and his broad chest and back were covered in angry, red hives. She set the phone aside and moved toward him. As she drew closer, she could hear Liam’s muffled groans of pain. Sara reached out and lightly brushed her hand against his back; his skin was scorching hot. She was panicked, yet she stubbornly refused to call for help—she didn't want anyone else intruding on their space.