Novel & Cerita The Shards

The mark on her palm flared. The door slid open. Cold air poured out, carrying the scent of old blood and older promises. Kael put a hand on her shoulder. “Ready?” Aria nodded. “No. But we go anyway.” Inside, the Vault was silent. And at the center, on a pedestal of ice, sat a third shard. Larger than the last two. Pulsing with a light that wasn’t blue. It was silver. Aria approached slowly. The moment her hand hovered over it, a voice echoed through the Vault.

she cried again. Her voice became a tether between them. He latched onto it, each cry fueling his will. The distance between them closed slowly, agonizingly. But Marcus was not finished. He stepped back toward the shard, placing his palm against its surface. The entire fortress shook as the shard unleashed a violent pulse. The floor cracked, the ceiling groaned, and shadows erupted like a flood. They filled the chamber, twisting into forms both monstrous and human, hollow-eyed figures with claws, faces frozen in eternal screams.

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This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

"Alpha of the Northern Territories, master of the shadow packs, and bearer of a bloodline as old as the Oath itself. He is powerful, Aria. More powerful than most Alphas, and far more dangerous because his power is matched by intelligence and ruthless determination. If he has claimed you as his Luna, then the game being played is larger and more complex than simple mate bonds or pack politics." Aria felt cold settle into her bones despite the lingering warmth in her chest. "What game? What are you talking about?" "The shards," her mother replied, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "Fragments of the broken oath, scattered across the realms when the o

Even though I tried to silence them where I could, I couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was spreading. Xenia was standing in front of the map table when I arrived in the great hall. The new shard was wrapped in its cloth and pulsing faintly, as if it was eager to be seen, and Elric was there, too. "We cannot conceal them," Elric remarked. “The shards were designed to be located. Others will emerge here, in the wilderness, and possibly even between packs, if the Architect dispersed them.” "And if they are touched by others?" I enquired. Elric's mouth clenched. “The architect will then have additional pawns than we can count.”

Duncan and Oscar managed to stay on their feet, but they were forced to shield their faces from the blinding light. The black energy began to swirl around little Zach like a miniature tornado, but the boy didn't look hurt. He stood perfectly calm in the center of the storm, his silver eyes glowing with a cosmic, infinite power. Suddenly, a loud, horrific CRACK echoed through the courtyard. The ancient Shard of Destiny—a relic that had survived five hundred years of pack history and handled the blood of dozens of supreme kings—began to split down the center. Deep, glowing silver fractures raced across its surface.

and the devastation of them. Kael's face became stern. "Devastation? I believed the Keeper to have stated that they couldn't be destroyed. Zara turned the pages and stated, "That's what it said." However, this—this indicates differently. There is a method to unmake the shards, but they cannot be destroyed normally. The Ritual of Reclamation is the name given to it. Kael scowled. "What's involved in that?" Zara's face furrowed as she read the paragraph quickly. "All the shards must be brought together. They used to be a source of great strength and a component of a whole. They will revert to their initial state if they are reunit

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

Another headline. Another blow. **"Haven's Hope Under Investigation for Fraud — Donors Withdrawing"** Killian's face turned white. "The shelter," he rasped. "They're targeting the shelter." Isla looked at him, horror dawning on her face. "They're going to shut us down," Janine whispered, voice trembling. "Killian — Isla — if we don't prove this is false right now, the board's pulling funding. The state's shutting us down."