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He shrugged his shoulders. Tazaana is captured by a mage and taken to the realm of mages. Once there, Tazaana was carried by the brown-haired man. Tazaana screamed for release, but the brown-haired man ignored her. At the same time, Tazaana was fascinated by seeing the beauty in the realm of mages because it was far different from the realm of black mist. The realm of mages is more colorful, like the earth, and has daylight but no sun. When Tazaana is brought into a place, it's like a special building for a team. When she got there, the brown-haired man dropped her off. Tazaana looked around. Many people were watching her.

I just hoped the roof stood in case it did decide to rain. “Yes, the roof will stand. Trust me, I wouldn't have us stay if there was any chance of getting crushed in our sleep,” Nathan said. I growled, annoyed he was reading my thoughts again. “Is there some way I can block you from doing that?” “Sorry, Princess. It'll always be there.” I rolled my eyes at his back as he continued deeper into the rotten building. The hallways were covered in filth and paint was chipping from the walls.

Lankko closed his eyes and heard the cluck of the chicken against the chirping of the many insects of the forest. "Enjoying your mud bath?" Lankko heard Enzir's voice. He opened his eyes and saw the muddy face and body of his master. Lankko sat up and tried not to laugh at his master's appearance. "What do we do now, Jad Enzir?" he asked. ******* Author's Note Thanks for reading! If you like the story so far, please show your appreciation by leaving a good review and giving this novel a good rating. P.S. If you're interested in horror, check out my other novel also in GoodNovel entitled 'Vampire of the New World'. I also have a paranormal romance novel entitled 'Entice the Moon to Fall'.

"...you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen." The words echoed across reality. Nova's chest tightened. Something inside her stirred. A memory. A very old memory. One hidden beneath countless others. The vision appeared without warning. The Graveyard vanished. The Eternal Kingdom vanished. Reality itself faded away. Nova found herself standing inside another memory. A forgotten time. A forgotten place. A forgotten beginning. She stood within an endless garden. Flowers made from stars covered the ground. Trees formed from living galaxies stretched endlessly toward the heavens. The sky shimmered with unborn realities.

Zorath and Valthor nod, their silver and starlit auras weaving with hers, a trio of redemption, their starlight blades a vow. Aelys’s hand grips mine, her aura flaring, and a vision grips me—the new realm, a tapestry of luminous plains and shadowed forests, its skies ablaze with twin suns, one silver, one black. Keepers roam, their lunar marks glowing, some wielding light, others shadow, their factions—Lightweavers, Shadowkin, Veilborn—vying for the realm’s heart, a crystal core pulsing with the Veil’s essence. A shadowed faction, the Voidborn, stirs, their leader a keeper with a black lunar mark, seeking to unmake the core, their will tied to a relic of the First Ones’ hubris. The Veil’s vo

“The Hollow Throne is not a place. It’s an entity’s body, a living realm. Once we step in, we are no longer bound by the rules of this world.” Malthea added, “Memories, fears, desires — they will be weaponized against us. Stick together.” Bain turned to his circle — Vulture, Petrov, Sokolov, Elias, Cassian, Seraphina, Malthea, Cassie, and Aragorn. “One rule,” Bain growled. “No one gets left behind.” Together, they stepped through. II. The Realm of Hunger The world on the other side was wrong. The sky was a swirling canvas of black ichor and crimson lightning. Mountains floated upside down, rivers ran like liquid shadows, and massive bones jutted from the ground like the ribs of a dead god.

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I whispered. She smiled. “Barely. The Dominion’s gone. Their citadel collapsed into the void. You—” she paused, voice shaking. “You did what no one ever could.” I looked around. The land stretched endlessly, vibrant and strange. Rivers glowed faintly where they met the forests. The air shimmered with life. A new world, born from the ashes of two. “Is this the realm of balance?” I asked. Sylra nodded. “It is now.”

Philip put down his food and the kids all looked at him and paid attention, “some of the scrolls I found talked about the magic of the realm, the people and the creatures that roam the land,” “What kind of creatures?” Kurt asked. “Magnificent beasts of all shapes and sizes living on the land, in the water, and in the sky. These creatures aren’t like the animals here on Earth. They’re smarter and a lot more special because they all have a mystic ability unlike any animal you know of. The most magnificent of all the creatures in Randos are the Krans,” “What are Krans?” Lydia asked.

I always glance at that wonderful art— I don't know what to call it. "That, you shall know. But for now, spare me a moment, young miss. I shall give you what you asked a while ago," he paused. "This place was called Ehembre—a part of our world. It was divided by five kingdoms. The first one was Addessa, the biggest and the most powerful of all. That would be the land where you are standing right now, child." The dominion whom he called brightened. I thought of a grade one discussion where pictures were presented for better understanding but this one was rather actual—too actual, if that's even a word.