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Esma’s pov Damien… I have heard that name before. But where? As if the word made its image in my mind, I find myself remembering in an instant and my eyes widened. I read his name in the book. That old book, what was its name? how to summon gods. he was the author of that book. He is a fucking god? And thanks to him I was able to summon Moona that time. And he was a fucking god of chaos? Seriously. He sounds more of a hotshot like Hecate and Moona if not less.

Rain began to pour, cold and biting, but it wasn’t ordinary rain—each drop stung like acid against my skin. “This is forbidden magic,” Lucian said, his voice low and tense. “He’s desperate.” “Desperate or not, we’ll end this,” I replied, my determination hardening. The storm intensified, bolts of lightning crashing down around us. Damien was in the eye of the chaos, his laughter rising above the roar of the wind. He raised his arms, and the storm seemed to respond, its fury doubling. “You’ll all perish beneath my power!” he bellowed, his voice carrying over the battlefield.

Seeing him now at the mercy of Vyrelen fuels his anger because he knows he is losing. Vyrelen stared down at the fallen warrior, his arms still at his sides. Then, at last, he whispered, voice barely audible above the cursed wind. "You were too loud, Legion. But you were never dangerous to me. If that is what you called power then you have to bury your head in shame, but don't worry, after I kill you I will do just that." "Who... who are you?" Legion stammered out. "That fire wasn't ordinary, it should have sucked you dry until your ashes remain even Lady Bana fears my fire but you did not dear it."

While she was thinking about all this Dawn looked around and then saw a book that caught her eyes and said, “I have the same book in the coven as well, this bok seems at at least hundreds of years old.” She then opened the book and smiled, “my father used to tell me stories from here…” Ashley looked at the book which was named the legend, Dawn then said, “oh this legend was my favourite have you read this one?” Ashley looked at it and said, “I don’t think there is single supernatural who hasn’t heard about Zion. The most hated and despised being ever.” Dawn giggled, “and he was a necromancer, you know it was because of him all the necromancers are often looked down upon.

“I am going to get my revenge.” Damien had been following the life of Lila since she ran down and killed his wife; he hated her without knowing her; he hated that she was given such a severe punishment; he hated that she was let go too early because of good behaviour. He swore that he had to get revenge no matter what. “I must get my revenge, Lila Carson.” LEGACY OF LOVE AND WAR (NOT YET AVAILABLE FOR READS COMING SOON!!) (AVAILABLE ONLY ON JOYREADS)

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Lucas was thinking that perhaps the abilities of Apocalyptic Legion were not that powerful. After two months… Lucas went to various places in Holy Land and fused up all the zombies, and finally, the Apocalyptic Legion were all Rank 9 Honorable Ranked Zombies. As for the Dark Races in Holy Land, they all either ran for their lives or hid far away from them. Demon Palace had become a huge and prestigious organization in Holy Land.

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she