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Before I knew it, she fell asleep in my arms. I sighed. A lot of questions have occupied the space in my head. But one thing is for sure, someone evil is behind these. That person knew this place, and the first person I can think of is Luxferre. He literally spends most of his time protecting the book of enchantment. He can manipulate his people because he is their hero. After an hour, Niah woke up. She rubbed her eyes and gazed at me. “Are you alright?” I asked. She nodded.

“But if you want something, I guess you have to fight for it. Running away doesn’t fix things, it never does.” By the time we are done with the book, we are both exhausted after discussing theories about the book, even though we didn’t quite agree on the perspectives about the hero and the heroine. I am not sure how long we have been reading, but my brain is fired. We both decide to get some rest and when we wake up, the jet has already landed. My heart skips a beat as we step off the jet, the cool evening air enveloping me. Devon stands beside me, a car is already waiting to pick us up.

Thank you so much for your interest in this book! Author, Black angel

Thinking that they hadn’t heard him, he called once again, this time louder than ever before, his voice rising, rumbling the clouds like thunder, climbing every mountain, passing each road, and reaching every household in the pack. "Attack!" His voice rang, making his men drop their swords and shield their eardrums, which were about to burst, and quickly the thousands of them charged towards Alpha Rasmore, who was still standing and calm with only a white bathrobe tied around his masculine body. He had no men with him, no sniffer wolves that fought like crazy, and the most feared person, Luna Karen Milburn, wasn’t there at all. It was finally time for them to triumph.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

Kaltain Kingdom Leiya Helion brought me a bunch of novels to read while I recovered my strength completely. It was funny because they were all novels about a hero on a conquest, but falls in love along the way in the most unexpected way possible. I spent all my day reading and giggling at how silly it sounded but I kept reading. “You seem to be properly entertained." His voice distracted me and I looked up. “This book is so cliche.” I rolled my eyes, violently slamming it face down on my bed.

They, too, became beacons of hope, defenders of justice, and champions of unity. In a distant realm called Zephyria, a young warrior named Kael discovered an ancient book recounting the hero's tale. Intrigued by the hero's unwavering courage, Kael set out on a journey to find the remnants of a long-lost artifact that could tip the balance of power in favor of darkness. Armed with the hero's story as his guide, Kael faced relentless challenges, but he knew that his actions would ripple through the cosmos, just like the hero's before him.

“Evan? What did she do to you!?” To be continued... This story carries on in book four, Heartbroken By A Hunter. I hope you're enjoying it so far xxx

He closed it after a while and decided to drop it back in one of the shelves. Just as he was putting the book back on the shelf, he paused. No, he couldn’t leave it behind. It didn’t belong here. Not in this forgotten section. He was sure now that this book belonged on the other side, the part the King strictly forbade him from exploring. He was able to figure this out because all the books that he had seen were merely child's play, and none reflected true stories. They were heroic books that talked about past Lycanis leaders, half of whom Valen was sure had to be fake.

— That's the problem, I don't know anything about him — I confess. “Yeah, well, that could be a problem I have the answer to,” he says, as he takes a small book out of his pocket. The small book fits easily into the palm of his hand, and he hands it to me. I open the first page of the black leather bound book, which has nothing on the cover, and inside are detailed pages filled with writing and paintings of moons much like the marks on my neck. — Do you want to read? It's the story of the forbidden god and everything he stands for. - Yes. I mean thank you. You wrote this? I ask. He shakes his head without saying anything else. I look down at the book and start reading about this forbidden go