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I sit up, slapping Flavius on the thigh, "Now come on, get up." Flavius jumps from my sudden attack, rubbing his leg as he sits up. A smile playfully tugs at the end of my lips. I jump from the bed, stretching my body out. Flavius turns himself onto his back and stares up at the ceiling before pulling himself from the bed. I grab two brown satchels that sit against one of the many bookshelves carved into the cave wall of my room, tossing one of the bags to Flavius. "The Horde of Fates is located in the far north. The journey will be fairly long, so pack well," I tell him.

My eyes stared up at the moon that had slowly made its way from behind the shadows of the cloud and was now in full view, its rays hitting on earth, or more precisely, me. My screams were louder as the burning feeling increased until I felt myself falling into an abyss of darkness, just as something came crashing into me, loud and violent, splitting my head as memories I didn’t remember having resurfaced, gnawing at me. I wondered how long it was until my head finally exploded and if this was what dying felt like. “Let the witch and her daughter burn.” I heard the chants loud and clear continuously in my head, and I screamed and screamed until I felt myself being pulled finally into a world

“We’ve succeeded, my darling. The book is safe.” “It still needs a guardian.” Leticia whispers with a fake sob. “Mother will send one. When you find him, take his eye.” I stand tall and look at her with pride. “Recite the ritual I gave you and he’s spirit will be bound to the book. He will become its guardian forever in the future.” “And so it is done.” Leticia nods and gives me a tight hug. She steps into an empty alley, creates a portal and disappears. “There’s a book?” I open my eyes and let my eyes absorb the memory. “Oh, my Goddess. Bronx, that’s when I ordered Leticia to cut out your eye.”

author pov ​Gaia walked around her own island, enjoying the freedom she had to do so now that she was free from the decaying Tartarus. She wished that place could be destroyed and would be happy to see it done. However, she realized that Tartarus was needed for the monsters and gods who received banishment as punishment. She hoped never to have to return there, and a shiver ran down her spine as he remembered the dismal, decaying land of the place. Tartarus was as far beneath the earth as Mt. Olympus was above. It was deeper than the underworld. It had been so hard to create a new life while she had been banished there. Gaia will be forever grateful to her children for finally freeing her an

"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.

“The Moonblood stirs. The Queen is near. And the Vampire Alaric returns.” He raised the book. “Lucifer will rise. And the world shall burn anew.”

She found Flameheart amidst the chaos, her presence a beacon of light in the consuming darkness. “Athena!” Flameheart exclaimed, relief flooding through him as he met her gaze. “Ambrosia will fall,” she declared, her voice steady as she focused the energy of the Black Tourmaline. With a flick of her wrist, a vortex of power erupted, dragging Ambrosia toward the Gates of Hell. “No!” Ambrosia shrieked, her voice filled with terror as she struggled against the ancient magic. With a final burst of energy, Athena unleashed her will, banishing Ambrosia into the depths of the underworld. The shadows around them shrieked in protest, swirling violently before falling silent.

“Kalama, don’t forget that your authentic self is pure fire. Your life essence is the Fire Element itself.” As Xalvy let my arm go, a blinding flash covered us in the middle of my apartment, making me close and cover my eyes instantly. I felt a hand grabbing me by my arm and pulled me back. Before I could open my eyes, I felt a weird sensation in my stomach when I teleported with Remy or Finn. I took my hands off my eyes as I opened them. The scene that was unfolding before me had me paralyzed. The last thing I saw and heard before all went black was Remy mid shifting rushing back into the apartment and a blood-curdling cackle of laughter.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

“I am her stepbrother. I have come to take her home.” Basten glared at him and started to question him when Nukis interrupted him. “I will answer your questions when we get out of here. We must leave before the gods of this pantheon come for our necks for killing one of them.” He pointed at Goyre’s motionless body. “Hop on my back, I will take you out of here.” Even though he was shocked by the dragon’s voice, Nukis picked Basten and Phoenix up and hopped on its back. The pale dragon rose and flapped its wings as it flew them into an unknown future of war, secrets and destinies.