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“Then let your cowardice end here.” He lifted his gaze, and the torment in his eyes nearly undid her resolve. “The truth begins with your father. King Althar Vale did not claim the throne by inheritance. He seized it. The rightful line was extinguished in fire and betrayal—or so it was thought. But one child escaped.” Her breath caught. “Kaelen.” Darian nodded once. “He is the last son of House Draven, the dynasty your father overthrew. The shadows he bears are not merely skill—they are legacy. His claim is as true as yours, perhaps truer.”

"Chronicles of House Malvore: Bloodlines and Betrayals." The book fell open as if it wanted to be read, pages yellowed with age, but the ink still sharp and deliberate. I settled onto a velvet-cushioned seat, the weight of the book grounding me. Slowly, I began to read. House Malvore, founded in the Age of the Silver Fang, has long stood as the bastion of honor and strength among the Five Great Houses. But its history, as with all dynasties, is stained as much with blood as it is adorned with glory.

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

Putting a solid plan in place, the only thing missing was the location of Riocht. I had Tyron, my future royal Delta, right now, Gamma of the pack, and Xander begin to comb the library for any information about the kingdom, and King Mathias was going to have Abner Brooks start looking in their library. Unfortunately, any books that had been in MacTire had either been destroyed or moved a long time ago. Lamia was going to contact Tawny and ask them to research their books too. Remembering, it was Tawny who first alerted us to the fairy tale about this shifter prophecy in the first place.

Then she looked away. Of all mornings she has decided to become shy. It makes me wonder if she experienced the same dream. If so, what could it mean? There is only one place I know of where I can get the answers. The ship that brought my four brothers and me. I will need to research the database and find the answers to mating between dragons. Our parents before they died were vague about things. But the ship has everything on it about our world of Drakkon and our mating customs. One thing though I will have to wait when I know Alana is safe. I may go tonight as she sleeps, I will fly to where we hid the ship and find out.

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

She was scared, scared of what might happen at the house of the evil leaders that had fallen, and of being accused if her thoughts happened to be correct. Opening the door to the basement which has almost chased them away because of the foul odor coming from it. She as well as the two soldiers that came with her couldn't believe their eyes. Truly, he had been in there like her instincts told her. With his shriveled skin clinging tightly to his bones in a state of near-mummification................. TO BE CONTINUED, PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR THE SECOND BOOK OF THE SERIES COMING SOON MORGANA II; THE HYMN OF GLORY

She sighed. “Mommy is going to take care of you… and destroy those bastards,” she sniffled. She stood up and walked towards the East Wing. Her pace was soft and gentle. She opened the door; it creaked loudly. She slipped in. The dust was golden-brown, decked around the louvers and the door chamber. She walked towards the bookshelf. There were many old books. She picked one up, dusted it off, and opened the first page. As she flipped through the pages, a letter slipped out from the middle.

I ignored the organ. "I have never heard of such a prophecy," Daryus said. "Because it was buried," Rune replied. "To keep the realm from destroying itself. The child it spoke of vanished before the century turned." "And you think this involves her?" Rhidian asked. "I think," Rune said softly, "we're standing on a time bomb." The room churned with power. Amyra's cup broke in her hand. Aludria coiled tighter, and Zolaiah growled.