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The creature lunged. Chaos erupted. Elior’s blade met shadow, sparks flying as the creature absorbed the blow. Bram swung his axe, but it passed through as if cutting through mist. Myrra’s daggers struck true, yet the wounds sealed as quickly as they formed. Then its gaze locked onto Rael. A surge of heat exploded through him as the book’s pages flared to life, the ink twisting, forming words that burned into his vision: SPEAK AND CLAIM. Rael’s voice shook as he forced the words past his lips. “The Hollow Throne does not grant power. It takes.”

Leone sassed We all laughed as he kept rolling his eyes at James and Silas. “Well like I said, I will be over there for the weapon distribution. From what I saw from Kiara’s memory, they are really lit. Their uncle, Hephaestus created it for them. They’ve even got attires. A fucking assemble for when a fight breaks out. I really really want” Matthews whined “Haha so bad…you won’t get… I will be getting and rocking the fuck out of it” Stephanie teased “Ugh I will talk to Chaos tomorrow so I can come see. You guys have got my interest so peeked.” Richard grunted out

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

The art was carved on half the wall when I spun back. “Gabriel, it’s beautiful!” I mouthed in awe. “The Voyage of Dawn Treader, it is called,” Gabriel informed, appearing behind me and slipping his arms around my waist. “King Caspian X’s ship,” I said breathlessly. He chuckled between my hair and ear. “You know stuff.” “Of course. The Chronicles of Narnia is one of my favorite books.” I turned around so I could see his gorgeous face. “It’s very beautiful, Gabriel. Thank you for showing it to me. Who made it?”

Isabella yelled with excitement. Mellony closed the lid tightly and they headed back to the shack. They went in and closed the door. Mellony took a piece of chalk from her apron and drew a magical circle on the floor. She placed the hourglass in the center of it. Then she recited the enchantment. “Past, present, and future. You remain the same. Birth, life, and death are not the things you claim. Let me tip the scales with the sands of time. For the spell is cast like a chime.”

Liberty gives each of her mates a teasing look of derision, playing the part of a mother excusing the bad behaviour of her children. “The fault is mine. Tell me, how is it that you are aware of my kind and our abilities?” my open question is primarily to see how much they know, the distraction it offers is a happy coincidence . Liberty spends the walk filling me in on the emergence of her gift, the arrival of her Aunt and Alpha Zander’s discovery of the chronicles. She referred to them as books, which is obviously what they are, but among the respective communities each book is about, they are commonly known as ‘The chronicles’. She starts her story when she came to Pine Lake, I don’t ask an

Even from atop the wall, Elara could feel powerful magic radiating from it. Old magic. Ancient magic. The chest was carefully opened. Inside rested a single book. --- Gasps erupted among the nobles. The book looked older than anything most of them had ever seen. Its leather cover was cracked with age. Silver symbols decorated the binding. The moment Elara looked at it, something inside her stirred. Recognition. Not conscious recognition. Something deeper. Something instinctive. The Alpha lifted the book carefully. "This is the Chronicle of Luna." Even Lucien's eyes narrowed.

A few characters stood out the most, "J.R.R. Tolkien, is that a name? Why does it sound so familiar? I know I have heard that name before. Tolkien… Tolkien… Tolkien... Ahh! Of course, how could I forget? We spent half a semester examining English writer and poet John Ronald Reuel Tolkien's work. One of them is, The Walking Song from The Lord of the Rings." Still, round the corner, there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I often have passed them by, A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon and East of the Sun. by J.R.R. Tolkien The Walking Song was a melody about the roads that go on until they finally return to what they have always k