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Faced below, he watched in complete awe, not knowing what to do. He furrowed with a crease before the glass shattered. He dropped in instantly, thus the lights faded. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 15 ; Torments 2 Song of Choice : Feedback / Question :

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

Lydia replied gently, rising slightly on her toes to press her lips against his in a slow, sweet kiss that tasted of sweet wine, mountain pine, and an eternity of shared devotion. Around them, the northern wind swept up from the valley, carrying the united howls of a thriving, invincible pack into the golden sky. The empire was gone, the shadows were dead, and high above the clouds, the legacy of the Frostwell sovereigns stood unbroken—a crown forged in fire, bound by frost, and gleaming forever in gold.

When I turn over Trygg looms over me, before he has the chance to strike, I kick him in the gut. He hunches over clutching his stomach. I quickly stand-up grabbing Trygg’s sword which sits closer to me than my own. Gripping the blade tightly in my clutch I bound forward slicing Trygg’s arms. He scuffles back blood now coating his robes. His eyes come ablaze glowing a deep yellow, fangs begin to protrude from his mouth as he enters a half-fazed state. Lurching at me his body becomes consumed in golden lightning. Bold of come striking at me, I try to dodge but the lightning still grazes the skin of my arm. I jump back hissing in pain. The other officials still remaining in the room see my woun

She wanted her to feel to the last moments of her life, just as she did when was on the surface with Miguel. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Maria and Juan arrived at Miguel's home where the ritual was to take place. They prepared everything they needed and sat down in a circle. Following the instructions in the book, Maria drew an inverted pentagram on the floor with chalk and in the center she wrote the names of the Lords of the Underworld: Samael and Lilith. In the very center of the pentagram she placed Lilith's amulet and a black feather as a symbol of Samael. Then Mary lit three black candles and passed one to each of those present, and lit incense from her candle. Then she began reciting a Latin fo

Just doesn’t sit right with me. “You have to believe me, Lucas. Right now, we’re probably already in danger.” She started looking at the window. “They’ve been watching me for years and they’ve been trying to kill me.” “Kill? They? Who’s they?” “Your uncle’s night creatures. When I found out the truth about your brother, I came back for you. I kept you hidden from them. But it seems the potion is wearing off.” “Wearing off?” I repeated. “That day at the bookshop, you saw me and I saw your aura. You and your brother have the same aura. It scared me when I saw it. Exactly like the devil’s.”

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

He took a moment to stare at it, a sadness filling his emerald eyes as he traced his thumb across the tiny rubies that had been encrusted into the golden branches. He placed the crown on Alora's head, taking a step back from us. "I, Erik Bloodstone, hereby step down from the throne and give it to Damon Bloodstone and Alora Elwood." His voice rang out into the room. Magic filled the space igniting around us as the ribbon wrapped around mine, and Alora's hands started to glow. The light grew brighter and brighter, consuming the ribbon entirely.