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The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.

"You need to master that mark. Not just flare up when you're angry, but actually control the Bloodbound magic. If you can tap into the source, you can shut the gates Father opened." ​"And how am I supposed to do that?" Seraphina asked. ​Arion pointed to a massive, black mirror at the back of the vault. It wasn't made of glass; the surface looked like moving smoke. ​"The Mirror of Eris," Arion said. "It contains the memories of the first Bloodbound. If you go inside, you can learn how she controlled the power. But be warned—Eris wasn't a saint. She was a nightmare. If you aren't strong enough, she’ll keep your soul and use your body to finish what she started centuries ago."

The key was Mars’s most sacred possession; it was the one bastion the invaders—his stepmother and her brood—had never managed to claim. He ran a finger over the spine of the book he’d plucked from a familiar nook, expecting the worn comfort of a re-read. Instead, his fingertips met unblemished leather. He didn't recognize it. There was no author, no publisher's mark, only a title embossed in ostentatious, looping cursive: A LIGHT THAT CHANGES FATE.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance MR. GORGEOUS Two weeks flew by... The sun shone brightly..the wind blew caressing each skin. Roxanne stood on the balcony of the library, her eyes fixed on the book on her hands. It was too abnormal to her.. she was reading a paranormal story, something she has never read before. It was all about Wolf's. She sighed and closed the book. The book title was; A DEMON IN LOVE

Or was it just a dream? As before, the place smelled disconcertingly like foot powder—gritty talc with a cloying perfumed undertone that made her think of funerals. Display racks near the door held the usual suspects: artsy postcards, books on the witch trials, copies of famous witches' books, and such. But the racks themselves were made of wood rather than the usual cheesy wire, and the sides were carved with strange, sinuous curves and the hint of scales and teeth. The walls were painted black with greenish white accents; she glowed in the dark when the bookkeeper turned off the lights. It would make the perfect backdrop for him to pull out the three-foot-high grim reaper statue that was l

FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.