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Chapter 87 ... Meanwhile... Far away from the kingdom, far beyond the lands touched by sunlight, far beneath the earth itself. ... For the first time in countless years, the king who wore a crown of molten lava dreamed; a strange dream, a dream he should never have seen, a dream that should not have existed— He was drifting through endless space alone... The vast darkness stretched infinitely around him, cold and without beginning or end, below him, countless stars glimmered, entire worlds were born and died, civilizations rose and vanished. Yet none of it interested him, not until he noticed them— Humans.

Things were starting to look up for the young girl. After many trials and tribulations, we had made it this far. From homeless to living in the royal palace. None of it would have ever happened if it hadn't been for Farren encouraging me. Standing by me when the world was burning. Her strength pulled me through losing Conan. Losing Priamos.

**This is Book 4 of the Guardians Next Generation series and Book 8 of the overall Guardian series. References will be made to events in other books and may not be fully explained in this novel. My phone rings unusually early in the morning. “Hello.” “Hey, Leana. Want to go on a road trip to Araphyra with me?” Lily, my best friend for my entire life, asks through the phone.

he immediately walks out of his office and I follow him. We walk through the corridors leading to Edwards office, "I think in this book we will find the names of kingdoms and where it's located." he rapidly picks a big book fling pages, recklessly. "Aqua, I have never heard of this kingdom." "Sure!" he nods as he finally finds the page "It's normal, the kingdom is far away, almost at the outskirts and a big river separates it from other kingdoms. "why the hell will they capture the princess." "We will know once we get there. Gather our best warriors with some found, make sure you master the route on the map, because we are living in an hour. It's time for me to pray to the moon god." I walk

“They’re coming.” Azriel’s chest clenched. The sixth flame flickered. The threadlight in his veins throbbed like a second heartbeat. His voice was steady, but only just. “The gods?” The boy shook his head slowly. “Not gods. Not anymore.” --- Far From the Pool—But Not Beyond Its Reach In the furthest reach of the Hollow Crown, where no fire had burned for centuries and even silence dared not settle, the earth split. From a forgotten well, hidden in the roots of the first broken vow, a wind rose—not a breeze, not a storm, but a summoning.

--- Far away, beyond the mountains, in lands still buried in frost and silence, a figure opened an ancient book inked with star-blood. The final page turned. A name glowed at its center: Aria Vale. Beneath it, one word: Balance. And next to it, something new flickered into being: Ruin. The page turned black. The wind howled.

As his finger brushed it, a fresh flower scent drifted by. Maya wobbled as she stood. She looked up at the bright threads. “Look! They reach all the way to the sky!” Far overhead, the lines grew thin and faded. Chapter 80: The War of the Two Worlds. Chapter 90: The Memory of the Lemon Tree. Chapter 99: The Final Door. Up at the very top, a single line beat like a heart. It wasn’t red or blue. It shone clear white—a diamond’s color. “Chapter 100,” Maya whispered, breathless. “But I can’t read the title. It’s too far.”

Forever. End of book 36

All his attention was fixed on it that he paid no heed to the murmuring of the Beta werewolves. "I HAVE READ ENOUGH!" He exclaimed, as he slammed closed the book. The noise it created caused the murmuring of the Beta's to seize. All eyes were now fixed on him and what he was about to say. I was slightly nervous inside but I had read the codex for myself and I knew all I had revealed to Alpha Abbadon were true. I watched as the book was collected from him by one of the Alpha guards. "IT IS TRUE WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT THE JEWEL THAT LIVES FAR AWAY AT THE ENDS OF THE WORLD".

Ahead waited the life they had fought to protect: family, peace, laughter, and a child who knew nothing about the centuries behind her. Far beyond the palace, beneath a moonless sky, an unseen figure sat alone in a quiet room. An ancient book rested open before them. The Broken Crescent was carved into its cover. The figure's hand moved across the final page, stopping beneath a line that had been written only moments before. The unseen figure read the words once. Then again. A faint smile touched their unseen face. “They have found the first door.” The book closed. The room fell silent. “Now we wait.”