The Four Horsemen Laura Thalassa นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I walked to the front of that room and stood beside the wolf king and looked out at a sea of faces that ranged from carefully welcoming to barely concealed hostile. Cael introduced me in a voice that filled every corner. "Luna Seraphina of the Duskborne Dynasty. Humanity's voice. The bridge between our peoples. The proof that a new age is possible." Wolves applauded. The human delegates, six of them, people I didn’t know, chosen by Duskborne invitation—several of them were crying. One older man pressed his fist to his heart and bowed his head and I’d to look slightly away because if I held that image too long I would feel something, and feeling things in this room was not something I could a

I followed despite not knowing where we were going, holding onto the shaky hope that perhaps, just possibly, this journey would bring me to a place where I could start over. We came across a few creatures along the way, their eyes gleaming in the darkness, but Lucian guided me to hiding places before they could see us. He moved with ease, almost like a guide, describing the perils of this wild world and explaining the monsters we encountered, including ghouls, wendigos, and others whose mere names made my skin crawl. I had never seen such creatures before, and their forms and movements were more terrifying than I could have imagined.

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

“See, now I am also rhyming.” “I saw you,” Heath said in surprise. “As we were driving. I saw movement around the vehicles, vampires running alongside.” “I saw you also,” she stepped up to him and cupped his face turning it one way and then the other. Heath slid a look sideways to Talen but did not resist her scrutiny. “A hybrid,” she murmured. “Intriguing. Your mate?” She looked at Talen. “All four,” Talen replied. “The Les Guerriers Sanctifies’ Triquetra, Heath Gale whom you are holding, Rhett Salem, and Cameron Edison, and our beautiful Morgana Ivy - ”

I swear he looked good in his clothes even though his huge muscles were covered. “You're here.” He smiled at me. “Yes.” I answered, smiling back. Laura must have noticed and cleared her throat. “Oh. This is Laura, my best friend, Laura, this is Thorne, my friend.” “Hello.” Laura greeted, extending her hand for a handshake which Thorne took. “Hello.” He responded and looked up. “The weather doesn't look good so we should get going.” “Yeah. It's quite a long walk.” “We aren't walking.” Thorne responded. For a moment, I wanted to ask him what he meant but I turned to see three horses, waiting.

Incense coiled upward in faint trails, filling the air with the scent of sage and cedar. General Thorne stood near the front, barking orders as younger recruits carried crates of herbs and ceremonial oils to the stage. Laura leaned against one of the pillars, arms crossed, watching as Selene directed a pair of wolves in arranging the Shadow banners. “Excited?” Laura asked, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. Selene didn’t look at her. “Focused.” Laura chuckled softly. “Focused, huh? Is that what you call glaring at the door every time someone walks past it?”

"What do you mean?" "Just what I said. I heard Dagon myself, all of his brothers are after her, and once he discovers her, so will their father." A silence settled over the group. It was broken by Holly. "I really hate being talked about like I don't exist. Can you please explain what's going on? The Four Horsemen herald the end of the world, don't they? Why would they want anything to do with me?" "Your soul," Lachesis answered. "Holly, you're you, but your soul has lived many lifetimes now. It makes you a target to those that devour souls."

For some reason, I felt she was amused by something, even though her face was utterly blank with her blindfold. And then, she parted her lips. ‘’The one above all and goddess of the moon decrees Athena Lancaster, the fated mate of Alpha King Thanos I and the Luna Queen of the werewolf kingdom!’’

And by the thought of it she felt goosebumps in her skin, she then remembers Halea's story of her dream being the moon goddess. 'Halea mentioned she is wearing a mask to hide her light, but in this image, the moon shines so bright and the goddess is in its full glory and her face is not hidden.' Alina's thought while looking at the big painting. She was so focused on her thoughts that she didn't hear Amelia who is now beside her. "Imagine that was the first arrival of the Thalons and Lobo's to the realms of the living," Amelia whispered. She is now standing next to Alina

She’d already answered five texts, three calls, and at least one semi-coherent voicemail from a witch in Iceland who claimed she saw a “blonde horse goddess galloping through the mist like a sign from Freya.” Isolde and Nalia were curled on the couch like fashionable war generals, their eyes flicking over a shared laptop screen. Tora had taken over the breakfast bar, sorting through a stack of reports like she was still in a war tent. Chelsea sat cross-legged on the floor, mindlinking faster than her fingers could type. Serenya stood near the fire, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. She had the air of someone trying not to come undone. Cheyenne paused in her pacing long enough to nod