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My pulse thundered in my ears, and for the first time in years, fear clawed at my gut. “Alpha Darius…” Hazel whispered behind me, but I didn’t turn. My gaze stayed on Kiara’s pale, still face. “There's one more thing.” The healer spoke one final warning, voice heavy with dread. “If she does not survive this, neither will you.” The chamber fell deathly silent, but my grip tightened around the blade. Kiara’s chest rose once more, weak, fragile, as though she were already halfway gone, and that struck as the inciting incident I never knew I needed.

Chapter 46 Honesty WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Zane woke up from the slight movements on the bed, interrupting her deep slumber. She was extremely tired after Nicholas ate her up all night that she had begged him to stop. Luckily he was an understanding man and let her off after they both came for the nth time.

No, the house was silent as the grave tonight, well almost silent. The soft breathing of deep restful sleep from upstairs, it seems mother has already gone to bed- cruel, wicked woman, sleeping like a new born babe on the very same day she watched her only daughter die-and the shallow gasps of our housekeeper weeping silently-she must be getting soft in her old age-and the slow swing of something heavy through the air. Swish. Swish.

He pushed into me harder and faster, deeper until my walls clenched around his length, my body begging for more, until he slammed into me hard, over and again, kissing my mouth roughly as his body found release inside me. "Come here," Elias breathed into my ear, pulling me to his chest. Xander scooted closer to me and then we fell asleep, our bodies tangled within each other's. *** I woke in the middle of the night crying; I kept seeing Maria and Macy's last moments, their bodies burning.... "Ssshhhh...." Elias said, wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me to his chest. "Kalyssa, you're having a nightmare." "I'm so sorry," I wept. "I just keep seeing Maria and Macy—"

CHAPTER 61 The Crown Wakes Up September 13, 2029 – Blackbird-Coyote Dorm, 3:11 a.m. The Crown of Dacia hasn’t spoken since the night I first learned the Deep Script from the Gulf itself. Tonight it burns cold against my temple like it’s been waiting for me to be ready. I sit straight up in bed. Remy’s arm is still around my waist, his breathing slow and warm against my neck. The dorm is dark except for the soft glow of the living battle-mural and the violet pulse coming from inside my own skull.

Chapter 16 ONARI I stared at the criss cross marks my nails had made on his back. He was snoring. How could anyone sleep off right after sex? Men were super annoying! This was the time I became restless, ideas flowing easily though me. An idea was already forming in my mind. I tapped him lightly on his hand but he didn't budge. I frowned and tapped him harder. He groaned and made to roll over, but I wasn't having any of it.

Faced below, he watched in complete awe, not knowing what to do. He furrowed with a crease before the glass shattered. He dropped in instantly, thus the lights faded. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 16 ; Hell 1 Feedback / Question :

Chapter 1 I woke to the sound of children crying and hushed whispers. "What's all the noise? Can't you see someone's trying to sleep?" I shouted, sitting up. My eyes fell upon a flower bed – my flower bed. Three small girls stared at me, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and apprehension. "Mom?" one whispered hesitantly. A scream erupted from the nearby house, jarring me. My head throbbed, a dull ache spreading behind my eyes. Where was I? The last thing I remembered was a field, the comforting embrace of sleep…

Blood of the Forgotten The chamber pulsed with ancient energy, each stone carved with secrets lost to time. Aria stood motionless, hand still resting on the name etched into the altar Lirael. The whisper hadn’t just come from the air. It had come from within her. Not who. What you will become. A chill danced across her skin, but it wasn’t fear. It was recognition. “I don’t understand,” she whispered. The pendant at her chest flared in response, casting moonlight across the walls. Symbols blinked to life, illuminating stories carved in stone wolves shifting under a full moon, women cloaked in light and fire, battles waged across mountains and skies.

He walked slowly toward the planetary drill, his footsteps echoing like the ticking of a doomsday clock. "You think you've won?" Malakor screamed, realizing his fleet was doomed. He slammed his fist onto the drill's control console. "The drill has reached the mantle! The Genesis Seed is waking up! You can't stop the countdown!" A massive, earth-shattering roar echoed from deep beneath the ground. It wasn't the sound of a machine; it was the sound of something ancient, something massive, waking up from a billion-year slumber. The ground cracked, glowing with a sickly, corrupted red light.