The One Below All Novels & Stories

He put the cakes onto the counter, flicked on the lights, and started tearing through each room, shouting, "My Luna, where are you? Don't play games with me, sorry about today, alright?" He kept calling out, voice bouncing off the walls: "My Luna, there was real something urgent today, I swear. Coming out so I can explain." He couldn't mindlink me, so he yanked his phone out of his pocket, dialing my number. "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later." He called many times, the same damn voice. Back in the living room, he spotted the papers on the table. He raced over and checked it: a goddamn severance decree.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

"Sure friends. Now tell me what you know." He began, "The queen of unselie sealed the deal o the underworld to prevent demons from returning to this realm so I doubt you can use the driveway but there is always a way. A loophole in the archives and from what I know, every Royal should have it." The glint in McCoy's eyes told me all. Frank.

First all the nobility present goes to Gordon to pay their homage and then the peers followed base on the rank of their title they hold. Maxwell knows Sharon is feeling out of place, thus he gesture to her to join him on the platform, hesitantly she advance toward him followed by Anna. Maxwell put his arm forward for her to link her arm and smile at Anna. All three walks to Gordon, and congratulate him in turn. She reddens as Gordon smile and wink at her while Maxwell was chatting with Scott who was standing next to Gordon. But Anna has not missed their friendly encounter with a frown on her face.

"It doesn't matter anyways. I have another homework for you" I sighed. But louder than intended. "Oh, are you tired? Ugh, ugly Betty." she grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging at it. "Just remember who you are and where you stand in this school." Everyone else in the class had turned to watch. Some had their phones out and were recording. "YOU. ARE. A. FUCKING. CHARITY. CASE" she said drawing out the words more than necessary.

If I joined everyone by the pool, he’d volunteer to clean the grill or answer emails from work. If someone else had been watching, they would’ve thought nothing of it but I noticed. I noticed everything. That was the problem with wanting someone. You learned everything about them, even down to the way they cleared their throat before speaking and Marcus Chen was worried. By the third morning, I’d had enough. “You’ve been weird,” Devon said around a mouthful of cereal. I looked up. “What?” “You.” He pointed his spoon at me. “You’ve barely beaten me at anything all week.”

Underneath, the feed had been hijacked by the familiar tribunal crest. The text bar at the bottom screamed: **HIGH HOWL TRIBUNAL CONFIRMS AUCTION—SPECIAL LIVE LOT ANNOUNCEMENT TOMORROW.**

The female voice replied to Maru. "Okay. What can you do for me, madame?" Maru didn't understand what those vague terms mean but he was not willing to linger on such unimportant things. What he wanted to know was how this mystical lady voice could help him. "I will do anything you command me, host. The system currently has a realm wide scanning technology pre-installed for the host's advantage. In my database are the entirety of the technological advancements and breakthroughs of every territorial realm owned by Immortal Maker "Nameless One".