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The air in the room feels too thick, too compressed with failure to breathe easily. Roman exhales, a long, shuddering sound of pure exhaustion. “Even your highly paid Paris contact couldn’t interpret it? Your highness, she’s supposed to be the best seer in Europe!” Kael shakes his head once, a decisive, heavy movement. “She couldn’t. She said that anytime she tried to connect to the spirit realm to interpret it, there was a block. She thinks that whatever caused that vision is preventing it from being interpreted.”

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

She is carrying twin alpha pups and the magical wards she placed on the pups to keep them safe from harm will not last much longer, as Alexi’s blood is p’s bane. In her imagination, I see Alexi crouched in a ball, rocking back and forth. She sees and talks to invisible characters that her mind has conjured up. Alexi apologizes over and over for the deaths of imaginary people. I have never seen Alexi this depressed before. I thought this girl didn't even understand the word depression, and Alexi always bounced right back. She never doubted her strength and potential for greatness. She was a shell of the Alexi I know.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

CHAPTER 2 RESENTMENTS, REVENGE The next thing Sisu knew was that she woke up in Sian’s body. Sisu had no knowledge of who she was before she became a ghost or why and how she died in the first place, even her name was something she knew nothing about. The last thing she could remember was a little girl’s voice calling Sisu, and hearing the name, Sisu felt the strong connection and regarded it as her name immediately. Sisu knew that starting today, she would have to live for this girl and help her take revenge. She wouldn’t want to live her life just like Sian did, dying just like that. Her will wouldn’t let her.

Our destiny is peace, but it takes death to get there. *****This is the 4th and final book in the series and all update information is available in our group on F B GoodNovel - Marie Night- Readers https://m.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000211002/Werewolf/Alpha-Heirs?shareuser=22318084&ch=apps

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.