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The air was heavier here, closer to the border, closer to the memories. As the carriage passed through the outer gates of the Night Walker castle near the southern line, Nivera felt the shift in the atmosphere immediately. It was colder, not just because of the altitude or the wind that howled through the narrow peaks, but because this place was steeped in tension. This was Valerian’s first stronghold—his seat of power closest to the Blood Moon Pack. And though it was well-kept and fortified, Nivera had always found it more... haunted.

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

I'll give you the courtesy to complete the debt and get out, with the caveat that you can't say anything because everyone dies," he specified, and I felt my lungs tighten. The threat worked. A tall, white woman with slight Asian features and black hair, dressed in a silk robe and stilettos, greeted me. He smoked fearlessly and saw me from head to toe. "Is this the auction girl?" He asked. "Yes, it will be auctioned before the virgins.” I closed my eyes to what I was hearing. "Well, we'll have to be careful because the raids on the kingpins haven't stopped," he said and with his eyes he kicked him out of the place, when he left, he inhaled roughly, threw his head back and asked straight to th

She promises. Sure, I think, a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ve heard that before. Before I can say anything of the sort or ask any additional questions, Aileen abruptly stops rustling through the tray, “Aha! Here it is!” She offers me a sheet of parchment, and I look down at the page with trepidation and awe. Moon Valley Solstice Festival Schedule of Events Night 1: Bonfire Night - Wulver Hill Night 2: Solstice Procession - Old Town

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

“Hardly rogues, but who can say with stupid barbarians? Let us hope their brethren fall as easily when the time comes to meet them on the battlefield.” The dead were arranged, taken note of and hastily prepared for a mass pyre. This practice ate up much time in the light of the moon. The night deepened. As they approached the valley, the scouts spoke of in their reports. Ralta joined Malitus in the front of the Legion. The soldiers had stopped and in the distance, beyond the great valley, something moved in the night. Malitus wondered, “Ralta, pray tell, is all that beyond the valley? It looks like a vast caterpillar rolling away.”

Serena Vale couldn't sleep. Tonight was her twenty-first birthday, and more importantly, the night of her first shift. She paced back and forth in her bedroom, counting down the minutes until midnight. "Calm down," she whispered to herself, running her fingers through her long dark hair. "Every Vale has been a perfect shifter for generations." Her heart raced as she glanced out the window at the full moon rising over Silver Ridge territory. The moon seemed different tonight—tinged with red at the edges. A crimson moon. She shivered despite the warm summer air.

“Asharoth is always watching now.” They reached the Vale’s edge on the fifth day. A chasm yawned before them, filled with black mist. The sky above was starless. Trees grew twisted and dead. The very air felt poisoned. “This is where light ends,” Saelith whispered. “Then we become our own light,” Elizabeth said, raising her hand. A golden glow surrounded the group, pushing back the darkness. Together, they entered. The Forgotten Vale lived up to its name. Time seemed broken. One moment, the sun glimmered faintly; the next, it was night. Elizabeth felt her wolf tense constantly, teeth bared. Something hunted them something old.

But right now was indeed not the right time for our trackers to deal with Ava Hart’s path. Her name had already been stamped on the wires as 'The High Alpha's Woman'. Plus, the Vale Media Group had just settled the wild chaos with the Quincey family. As our silver transport drives through the heavy iron gates of the Vale Hills Estate, the moon is already at its highest point in the dark sky. It is past midnight. Our boots silently enter the warmth of our private den. As soon as my fingers flip the wall switch to turn on the crystal lights, Connor stretches out his long, massive arms, pulling my she-wolf frame tightly against his broad chest while his warm breath whispers directly into my ear