Romans & histoires The Last Days Of Ptolemy Grey Novel

Kaida’s POV It was a struggle to open my eyes, and when I eventually did, I found myself lying on the floor with Alpha Kellan, Beta Tobias, and Selene’s eyes on me. The last thing I recalled was standing next to Selene while the moon ball was ongoing, and of course, I felt a burning sensation for a moment. I figured out what had happened to me, and it only took me a minute. It was a result of not taking my medicine, and if I continued this way, I might end up dying.

"If she hadn't been so careless and brought Patrick here, we wouldn't be suffering like this." Kelly hesitated, her lips moving slightly, but in the end, she stepped back and sat down on the couch. In the dark living room, under the watch of four pairs of cold eyes, blood slowly began to spread beneath Jasmine. Rhett finally stopped, breathing heavily as he dropped to the floor. Jasmine stared blankly at the ceiling. Her body twitched a few times, then went completely still. Nevin jumped up, nervous. "Hey… Don't tell me you actually killed her? You went way too far."

The color of the space between the stars. The Grey Flame was a "Universal Override." It didn't belong to the Architects, and it didn't belong to the simulation. It was the power of the **In-Between**. The Prime Mother screamed as the Grey Flame touched her. Her golden form began to melt, turning into the same black ink she had used to drown Silas. The Core began to crack, giant fissures of violet and white light tearing through the golden sun. "The Iteration is ending!" the voices of the Architects wailed. "The Prime is lost!"

"I know he did. But Mother, she deserved to be proud of me for once without him looming over it. We had a moment today, Grey. A real one. Before the world ended." I looked toward the bench where our mother sat, her head in her hands, being comforted by a group of omegas. She looked fragile, but she was alive. Grey sat up slowly, brushing the dirt from his clothes with trembling hands. He didn't look at me. He looked toward the rising smoke in the distance. "They're coming, aren't they?" he asked. "Yes," I said, standing up and offering him a hand. He stared at my hand for a long moment, the hand of the brother he blamed, the brother he hated, and the only person left in the world who shared

Dominic poured each of us a glass, the amber catching the dim light like it knew the truth tasted bitter. He started slow. Talking about the prison break—how the undercover operation had been greased with the help of a police friend. How alliances had shifted. Then the words came heavier. The Grey house in America—partially reduced to ashes. The Bishop-Grey system—cracking, the Bishops finally showing signs of surrender. Chevre—settled… for now. I leaned back in my chair, letting the rim of the glass rest against my lips without drinking. His voice dipped lower when he turned his gaze to me.

There were just some things that should not be known by many. “I said you may leave,” Grey said. The door to the room closed and he was left again with the darkness, his own friend. It was already past sleeping time but he really didn’t need rest because he was already awake since the war with the Triad and Aegis. Grey still could remember the day when he was resurrected.

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

It was close to a wooded area and we were quite a distance from our closest neighbors, which was good for raising a small hybrid of a vampire and a sorceress. When the taxi drove me to the right place, I noticed a black car in the driveway, which meant Oliver had taken care of that as well. After getting out of the taxi, taking my luggage, and paying the old man who left shortly after, I looked inside the car, which was open and the key was in the ignition, and found another gift in the glove box - information for all bank accounts around the world where Oliver had accumulated some money during his 300 years of life, there was given even the balances of each account.

It was like one of those nocturnal creatures that my mother scared me with to stop me from hiding in the forest has come to life, but unlike what she had said about them being ugly monsters this was wrapped up in all the beauty god has to offer while he created him. A shiver ran down my spine, and as I met his gaze, I realised all this time while I looked at him he was staring at me too. I noticed his eyes, they glinted in the moonlight like steel and I knew without a doubt they would be grey. An exquisite grey and they would be the last thing I’ll see before I die.

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.