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I smeared it across the page before it could close. The book shuddered in my hands. A faint light crawled across the words, swallowing them until a name burned bright in the center. My name. Laila in red then it faded. For some reason I was unfazed even when the book flipped its own page and stopped at a guide. This book belongs to the Scarlet witch A false host, you are a thief Return to the temple Or the curse you shall receive. "I need a spell on how to return to the village. Not a pointless lecture.”

Let it flow through you and into the floor. I dropped to my knees and slammed both of my open palms directly onto the frozen stone. The silver-violet lightning exploded from my hands, tracing the ancient runes in the floor like a brilliant, glowing spiderweb. The raw voltage shot across the chamber, slamming directly into the boots of the four oncoming fake wolves. The moment my Priestess light touched their green tech, the machines inside their chests began to scream with a high-pitched, mechanical whine. Their massive bodies stiffened mid-step, their muscles twitching as my frequency fought against their artificial programming.

“You know she doesn’t deserve the power she has. You know she’s wrong for it. You know the goddess chose wrong. You know she should have chosen me.” The book throbbed harder, silver light crawling across the cover like veins of lightning. A laugh spilled out of me, wild, cracked, and joyful. “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes. I feel you too.” I reached out a trembling hand. “I will take what she stole from me.” The moment my fingers touched the cover, the entire library blew inward with a violent gust of magic. Candles snuffed out. Shadows slammed into the walls. Scrolls ripped from shelves and spun into a cyclone.

Small improvements came, but the nightmares continued. "I found something," Lyra announced one evening, carrying an ancient book from the archives. "A journal from two hundred years ago. A storm-wolf named Marcus Thunderstrike. He had the same problem—power manifesting too young." "What did he do?" Cassian asked desperately. "He learned to dance with it instead of fighting it." She showed him sketches of movement patterns, flowing forms that looked almost like martial arts. "He said the lightning wasn't the enemy. Fear of the lightning was."

The office was dimly lit, the only sounds being the distant hum of machinery and the occasional creak of the old building. I was a wiz when it came to computer stuff, so it didn’t take long for me to access their systems. When I found their secret stash disguised as pastry supplies, I rerouted the order, hiding it from them. I knew they would come looking, and hopefully, I’d run into him along the way. As I finished up, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart raced, and I quickly shut down the computer, trying to look casual. The door swung open, and a tall figure stepped in. It was Lightning, his eyes immediately locking onto mine.

Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown A deafening roar of thunder struck in the dense clouds. Trails of lightning being before being in the clouds as it withdrew. Midnight was, and it rained like never before. Outside and up above earth's floors, were the realms glowing brightly, four they were and one more-- one more realm got closer...and closer…and closer. It aligned with a clash against a force field which surrounded the realm before it. It glowed brightly and suddenly sight fell into a dream.

She took the book from Vida’s hand and playfully kept it out of her reach. “Hey!” Vida giggled. “Stop it, Tessa. You’ll get my page messed up.” Tessa would not actually lose Vida’s progress in the book. She still sensibly kept her finger where Vida was reading and turned to take a look at the cover. “Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief,” Tessa rolled her eyes. “Ugh, again? How many times have you read this book?” Vida looked up and actually thought about it. Fantasy books have always enthralled her. There is something about these stories that make her fall in love a hundred or maybe even a thousand times.

We stood locked, eye to eye, teeth gritted, muscles straining. Then, through the clash of steel and storm, he hissed, “Who are you?” I met his stare and grinned, despite the blood on my lips. “Don’t you remember?” I whispered. “I’m Zevarion, the god of lightning.” At that moment. A jagged bolt of lightning split the sky and struck between us with a blinding flash. The sheer force sent Xareth hurtling across the courtyard, his body crashing into the stone with a sickening thud. He coughed, blood staining his lips.

Glancing around, still not finding where the voice came from. "you have to wake up." " I can't....I don't know how to. I don't want to. here feels peaceful." I was too tired to wake up, and I couldn't feel my wolf at the surface. My wolf was weak. "You don't belong here, you need to wake up, we need you" "Help me then. Help me" I said. "step into the light." Then, Lucas walked into the light . the lights went off in the lab, it was the time when they had to switch to the backup power.

My mother's glow surged in answer. The shadows screamed, recoiling from the blaze that leapt between the three of us; storm, ember, flame. "No more chains," I whispered. And I let the fire break. It erupted outward, not just from me, but from us all. Kieran's storms fused with my ember, my ember with my mother's flame. Gold lightning tore through the cavern, shattering roots, scorching shadow into nothingness. The voices wailed, shriveling like smoke in the dawn.