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in Zachary's ear. Zachary recalled the cutting anguish that had poured through him when he, himself, had drank from the British Colonel's wrist. But it wasn't finished yet. He was unable to recall what happened afterwards. He was alone in the woods when he opened his eyes. In his jacket pocket was a note that said: All men will fear you when you awaken. There is no way to go back home. Your existence has changed. Continue to exist. - a vampire who has become your friend.

Some pages shimmered with protective wards, while others seemed to whisper secrets that hung in the air like mist. The atmosphere buzzed with layered magic—her magic. Then, abruptly, the movement ceased. One page glimmered, awash in a silvery moonlight. At the top, written in elegant, flowing cursive, were the words: **The Awakening of the Veilwalker.** Before she could process what was happening, the ink shimmered, flared gold, and then the page crumbled into dust, swirling about her before sinking into her very skin. Autumn's body arched involuntarily as a torrent of vivid visions flooded her mind—Maraya standing defiantly on the cusp of a battlefield, a woman cloaked in mist chanting her

Author's POV Anbu was giggling and smiling looking at the sealing of her bedroom, she was lying on her bed with her eyes wide open and twinkling like stars. her hands were placed on either side of her while feet were touching the ground. She was still living her moment with Rishi, again and again thinking the same thing she was smiling at. She was happy to the fullest. her skin was glowing with the happiness she held inside her. Nine more days and she will be turned into Mrs. Rishi. Just the thought of adding his name with hers made her blush. biting her lower lips she controlled her blush even though there wasn't any person present in her room except her.

It's a full moon already, and the weather is so cold to extent that most people in Twilight town, had to gather some pieces of firewood to warm themselves the guards made sure that the people were thoroughly guided this time around and nobody wants to be punished by Pablo and the prince as well and even the way the maidens dressed tonight was charming and they all look beautiful, even some of the elders and the guards can not stop looking at what they have seen so far. The prince and the princess of Twilight Nation entered immediately, and the whole crowd stood up, and bowed to them

If only he would touch the silver. “It’s over T,” I mutter. Cal follows me to my office, where I lay the book down on my desk. We exchange a single glance before I peel the pages back. My heart stops. They are all blank. I quickly brush through each page until I find a pen holding a spot in the middle of the book. Small black ink words are printed in the middle of the page. I’ll be there in another week, darling. Survive till then. ~ Tayten

No corners bent. He closed his eyes, tracing the gesture in his mind. Left hand pressing down the page. Right thumb and forefinger pinching the corner, gently lifting, flipping it over. Then forefinger and middle finger smoothing the new page flat. Her sleeves would be rolled up, revealing the chilblain scars on her wrists. When she turned a page, her head would tilt slightly down. Her collar would shift to the left. Because her body's center of gravity would shift right as her right hand turned the page, the collar naturally sliding left.

Iris's face twisted in fury, and he lunged for me. "Sophie, you're meant to be mine!" He reached out to snatch me, but Damon stepped in, blocking him. "Alpha Iris, it's Thanksgiving, remember? Time and place, man. "You've been turned down. Sophie's with me." Damon's voice was a deep, unwavering growl. Iris, seething, shoved Damon aside. "You're nothing but a low-born werewolf from the sticks, and you dare talk back to me?" "And what if I do?"

Donato spun around, but nothing was there. His pulse thundered. His breaths came short. He turned back to the pedestal— and nearly choked on air. Because the book was open. Its pages turned on their own. Slowly, deliberately like fingers of wind were flipping through fate. "No…" he whispered. "Stop." But the pages turned faster— faster—until they slammed onto one single page. The writing etched onto it shimmered like liquid black fire. And the temple whispered into his bones— "Three will go forward…

For some reason, I lost strength in my legs and stopped a few steps away from him. I can’t do this. I can’t. I just can’t. He held the Twilight astraliahs in his hand. Transparent flowers that twinkled like stars with purple leaves like that of lilies. Breathing coldly, I stepped away from him. He wiped off his face on the cuff, clearing his throat. His eyes fell on the diary in my hand before I could hide it behind my back. He widened his eyes. Stumbling, he sprinted out of the library.