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—RECRUITING THE UNTOUCHED In the following days, Ava rode into forgotten lands with her mates, calling upon wolves long cast out: —The Bonehowlers who drank shadow for survival. —The Whisperfangs who refused the Trials centuries ago. —The blind priestesses of Nightshade Vale, who spoke only in prophecy. To each, she made the same offer: “Come. Not to kneel. Not to worship. But to stand beside me.” And one by one, they said yes. —WHISPERS OF THE GODS

“Good. Just in time.” As night fell, the two of them rode into a clearing beyond the great forest. In its clear center stood a large tree, a giant and ancient thing, its bark gnarled and twisted like flesh bent under the hands of a supernatural torturer. From the shadows beneath it Drust emerged to greet them. “Ah, those with courage to ride in the fresh night, I salute you,” Drust called out, his arms moving up a little swathed in his robe. Ragala whispered to Weaver, “This one is dark, mistress. Very dark indeed. His soul is black enough to hide the stars.”

It is the only reason why his territory was the largest among the 4 Arc- Alpha, and why he was feared the most despite the many mysteries turned into myths about him. Perhaps I should appreciate the safety it brought being a pack under his rule, but that too evidently, came with a price. "Do you think we will survive a night there?" Vale asked, indicating she had long been awake. I glanced down at her with a soft sigh, "AMA said the Night Court is a big place. They'll probably have hundreds of slaves, we will never even see the Royal," I encouraged.

Valaria sighed as she put the SUV into park and shut off the engine, the building they were about to enter was the Pride house of the Nevada Panthers, the Pride leader Tanya ran three of the top grossing casinos in Vegas, her Panthers nearly all worked for her at said casinos and her sister Sarah-Jane runs a legal escort service for those who like Preternatural play time, that is who she would need to convince to help, she had more Preternatural connections in Nevada than anyone else, if anyone knew the leader of the Incubi lair it would be her. “OK, when we go in we act like a bunch of shifters here to have a good time, Tanya will find us and then all hell will most probably ensue, hold bac

Forgotten. “Then we’re agreed.” I said. “Two stay. Two go.” Silas and Rowan exchanged a glance. Damon stayed silent. Rowan shrugged. “I hate planes.” I smiled. “Good. Then you’re staying.” Cameron’s mouth curved slightly. “We leave by noon.” Outside, the wards along Vale’s borders flared - subtle, invisible to human eyes, unmistakable to ours. The game had started. And this time, we weren’t reacting. We were setting the board.

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.

A week after the death of Alpha Niles, Vale and I welcomed Alpha Evan and his Luna Naomi, with their pup. We had already taken care of the vampires and it turns out, there were only a few that were holed up in a building just outside of the pack territory. Vale already had passed on the title of Alpha, introducing the whole pack to their new Alpha. I had never seen so much elation. Suddenly, the pack turned back into a place they could call home.

] one omega barks out, and not a single wolf speaks up to disagree. [No chance. I heard the Nightvale family doesn't have a male heir, so Vaelira is set to inherit the entire territory and the enterprise throne. Of course she has to study high finance while some distant bastard relatives with zero inheritance end up in our low-ranking journalism herb labs—lol]

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.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below