Novel & Cerita The Precipice Book

Grey demanded, his voice trembling with a sudden, sharp fear. I stepped to the very edge of the precipice, the moonlight from the overhead aqueducts catching the edge of my blade. "A student of your history," I said, my voice echoing with a power that shook the very foundations of the well. "And the woman who is about to rewrite your ending."

​The transition from a written destiny to an unscripted existence was the most profound silence I had ever experienced. Standing in the center of the University’s grand rotunda, I watched as the early morning light filtered through the silver crystalline dome, casting a kaleidoscope of violet and amber across the living wood floors. The air was perfectly still, yet it felt heavy with the potential of a thousand different futures. The resonance of the Seven Peaks had settled into a low, comforting hum that was no longer a demand for attention but a simple affirmation of life. I realized then that the greatest victory was not the overthrow of the Architects or the integration of the Guest, but

Done. She stumbled slightly and let out a giggle. She must have drunk more than she usually did to have stumbled and find that funny. "Well well well. Who do we have here?" A voice called out causing her to break out in a sweat. It was the creepy man she met on the dance floor. She looked around nervously. It was quiet..the only sign of people were quite a distance away. She prepared herself to shout for help but he quickly read her actions. "Ah ah ah...no babe. I wouldn't do that if I were you." He drew her close and pressed what she felt might be a knife at her side. "All I wanted was teach you a good time. Why you gotta make things so hard?" He breathed into her ear and she almost gagged.

DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to 'Mhiz Grace Pretty' for dropping two gems on my book this month. You are amazing 😘 Elliot's POV The book was magnificent. Just as I imagined. Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world.

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

He finally realized that she felt the same thing that he’s felt for her since the moment he met her. When they arrived at the restaurant, the valet took Will’s keys and parked his car in the parking garage while we rushed inside. We were just a tad late, but not too late where it would have been considered disrespectful. We took the elevator up to the top floor where Langley’s. The restaurant happened to be on the very top floor of this high rise. We stepped out of the elevator and the host immediately greeted us. Will him him that we were here to meet Dr. Laney. The host said to follow him and so we did. He was leading us to a corner table where we could see the city skyline from the window

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

sneak a drug or two into his sustenance. She suffered through the old man’s huffs and grunts until he was spent. For a man his age, he seems to be quite virile, no surprise there considering his rumored bastards all over the place although he denies them all. There was only one true heir for him, his missing grandson. Everyone is at a loss except her. She was able to read his journal while he was fast asleep, if only she could steal that journal as her bargaining chip when her time with him is up. She knew women before her were given a week and then let go before their last day. She doesn’t know if she is unlucky as tomorrow is supposed to be her last day but the don is in no hurry to let h

weeping before the glowing glass. "My cycles of mercy were never easy," she whimpered, her voice a fragile reed. "I only sought to provide for the pack’s forgotten. I never imagined I would be hunted by a High-Blood capitalist. Avery Monroe uses her hoard of silver to muzzle me. The Council is already in her pocket. If she wins, I will be cast out—exiled from the Ridge to rot in the rogue wastes."

’ I put my nose back into place, and accepted the blanket, turning purple, as my body temperature was giving up, and Sister Ophelia walked me back to my room. I feel no pain. Not on the outside, at least. They call it CIP, or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain. I can break as many bones as I want, cut myself a thousand times, as deep as I want, but physical pain would never reach me. It was both a gift and a curse. If I got hurt badly, I wouldn’t feel it, and it could kill me. Clarissa hasn’t managed to do that yet, unfortunately.