The Fourth Turning Is Here Novels & Stories

“A year ago, there was a sign indicating the location of the fourth book. My master had far too much on his plate at the time. Aside from that, there were numerous forces at work behind the fourth book, and the situation was unclear back then. Therefore, progress has been slow. We discovered the location of the fourth book some time ago thanks to various intelligence we received from the squad.” “Where is it?” Tyr asked. “It’s in the Second World,” Jim explained, “But it’s not in the hands of those foreigners. The owner of the fourth book is a Celestian like us.” “Stop keeping me guessing!” Seeing that Jim never got to the point, Tyr started to feel a little anxious. “Old Zab, tell you what,

After some contemplation, Melinda said, “It’s possible. Let’s make haste. We should leave the Boundless Realm immediately and head toward the outside world.” James asked again, “As a Quasi Ancestral God and the daughter of the Macrocosm Ancestral God of the Primeval Age, can you sense when the Fourth Calamity will happen?” Previously, even a Ninth Tribulation Quasi Emperor like Sophie could sense the previous calamities. As a Quasi Ancestral God, Melinda must have been able to do so as well. Wearing a grim expression, Melinda said, “Though I can sense the previous three, I won’t be able to sense the fourth one. Heaven’s Adjudicators could appear the next second, or maybe they might not even

Or was his affair so intoxicating that he could forget everything else? I turned to the last page of the divorce agreement and handed it to him. I forced myself to stay calm. “You can sign this—” Before I could finish, Matthew’s phone rang. Quilla’s slightly panicked voice came through. “Mr. Grant, it looks like the power is out at my place. Can you come? I’m scared.” Matthew jumped up with concern in his eyes. “Wait. I’ll be right there.” After hanging up, he signed the papers without reading them.

One by one, the townspeople stopped what they were doing and faced them, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. Aiden whispered, “They’re receivers.” Julian’s voice rolled through the air, calm and distant, as if carried by the wind itself. “You killed the mind. You forgot the body.” The shopkeeper smiled—a perfect imitation of Julian’s smirk—and said, “Phase Four was never about me. It was about us.” The crowd moved as one. Dante drew his gun. “Aiden, run.” But Aiden didn’t. He closed his eyes, feeling the pulse inside his veins syncing with theirs. The network was trying to absorb him again, but this time he didn’t resist. He listened.

Kian’s eyes were red as he stared me down. “Four years. You’re actually alive?” His eyes raked over my faded linen dress. They landed on my mud-caked boots. Disgust twisted his features. “Why the hell are you dressed like this?” he blurted out. That sentence, that look of entitled disgust, threw me right back to that freezing night four years ago. The Crescent Moon pack was about to hold its “Beta Elite Trials.” To get him a nomination, I stood outside the camp for a whole night in forty-below weather. My legs nearly froze solid.

The bruises on my hand did not stop at the edges of the broken amber seal. They spread like oil across the stone floor crawling up the three stone pillars that held the Blacksmiths severed arm. The blue ring that Vesper had put on started to whistle. It was not a loud hiss. It was a scary tone that vibrated at the same frequency as freezing metal. "The rules are changing!" Vesper shouted, her patchwork coat clicking wildly as all her gauges slammed against the zero mark. "This is not a fight, Empress! The Fourth Grid is taking control. They are making it impossible for us to fight back!"

Now that I thought about it, I found it hilariously ironic. Oscar averted his eyes and hung his head, and he saw the pitiful and accusing look in my eyes. So, Oscar was a person who avoided taking responsibility for his words and refused to be held accountable for anything. I had been blind this whole time, falling in love with a person who didn't deserve to be loved. Seeing that I still refused to budge, Evie grabbed Oscar's arm and glared at him to say something. It was only then that Oscar spoke. "Aurora. Give up the Moon Diamond."

With his remaining hand, the Fourth Elder lit a signal flare using his true energy, sending it soaring into the sky. Swoosh... The flare exploded, forming a bloody demonic head. He was sending a message to Titus. “You’re seeking death!” Andrius was furious and thrust his spear twice. The first thrust pierced through the Fourth Elder’s heart, and the other shattered his Golden Core. The Fourth Elder collapsed on the ground, lifeless. Andrius knew he did not have much time and immediately headed to the rear mountain. He killed everyone who crossed his path.

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

He looked at me directly. "Be careful. The abilities are growing faster than I expected. The next stage will be even more demanding." I nodded. "I understand." Valtherion pulled me closer, tucking me against his side like he could physically shield me from whatever was coming. Outside, the moon was rising. I could feel it through the walls, a pull, a hum, a song that resonated in my bones. The fourth awakening had opened something new inside me. A door I couldn't close.